Classical Travesties
It used to be me
I was her guy
I was the one who hung the stars
In her sky
I was her pal
She was my little baby gal
But the clock on the wall
Says, "I'm sorry that's all"
It used to be me
I remember the days
When she only wanted me to hold her
I was her number one
Except for maybe teddy bears and Hershey's
It used to be me
I was her pop
I was the cream of the crop
The cherry on top
A purely reliable piece of the rock
That was me
I was her dad
And it made me feel so grand
I'll keep running the race
But I'm now second place
It used to be me
Autor(es): Domanick Comboy