“Twirl and look pretty for Daddy”
He occasionally speaks to me
Keeps me on my toes
Makes sure I’ll never know…
What He’ll request
Or when He’ll want me next
An accommodating trinket hidden in a chest
Until He brings Himself to wind me up; Let…
Me plie’ for my Daddy
Jete’ for my Daddy…
Won’t delay because my Daddy needs me…
Now!

Wound
And
Wound…
Around
And
Around…

Until He brings Himself to put His pretty girl down