Change

Father, excuse my tone
But your daughter is leaving home
I'll never leave her side so she'll never be left alone

In revelry
She was a friend to me
But a friend in me became my enemy
But I've changed changed changed my ways
And I'll never look back again

Father, thanks for the call
It's a pleasure to meet you
We'll be back in the fall
And your daughter will arrive with a ring on her hand
You know how it goes
And I hope that you'd understand



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Earhart
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