Daddy’s Little Peach Emery

You got me falling in love with what's next
The personalities a casualty but I'm impressed
With the way you control the verbs
I'm moving in and out with words
So slow down. We don't have to rush
How profound is the secret perception to the touch
Is it just me or does this routine ever get inside your head?
And tell you all the little things you wish had been said?
That you wish had been said?

When, when will I be old enough to do as I please?
These late nights are getting old
There are better ways to your knees
He reminded me to always button up
We were daddy's little peach
When will I be old enough?
When will I be old enough, to do as I please?

You got me here. But you got me wrong. (Got me wrong)
I'm not a cannibal but I cannot say I won't eat one of my own
But with words slurred, I confess: This smile isn't based on
Your subtle wit but the cut of your dress
That makes that ugly morning seem so far away
And if it ever comes at all, I'll know just what to say

When, when will I be old enough to do as I please?
These late nights are getting old
There are better ways to your knees
He reminded me to always button up
We were daddy's little peach
When will I be old enough?