Butterfly Kisses (original version) Lyrics
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's daddy's little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank god for all of the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride"
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right
To deserve a hug every morning And butterfly kisses at night
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember....
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"You know how much I love you, Daddy
But if you don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time"
Oh with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses at night
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by
Precious butterfly
Spread your wings and fly
She'll change her name today
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away
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Standing in the bride-room just staring at her
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said
"I'm not sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl"
She leaned over
Gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk me down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time"
"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have done something right
To deserve her love every morning and butterfly kisses
I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
Every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses..
