Mr. Girl Hater

I feel like I belong to somebody now
A kind of family
I feel like I belong to somebody now
A guiding hand
A soul that takes an interest in my welfare
A friend that takes an interest in my life
I feel like I belong to somebody now
A kind of angel
I feel like I belong to something more than just a school
But when I think of you I know so little
I can only think of three things
You're tall, you're rich, and you hate girls
I guess I could call you Mr. Girl Hater
Mr. Girl Hater
But that's too insulting to me
It would never do
Or I could call you dear Mr. Rich Man
Thanks, Mr. Rich Man
But that's too insulting to you
And you might not be rich for that much longer
But I'm pretty sure you'll stay tall
So I'll call you dear Daddy Long Legs
Old Daddy Long Legs
I'll keep calling you
(I'll keeping you)
I hope you don't mind Daddy Long Legs
It's just a pet name
We won't tell a soul
No
The bell sounds, I must go
Yours, Jerusha Abbot
Whose education is underwritten by a man I lovingly call
Mr. Hitching Post, Clothes Pole, Daddy Long Legs
Smith



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Howard Gordon
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