He put his arms around her shoulder
And with a voice that sounded older
He said, "Mom, I've got something on my mind"I don't want to bother you
But I sure need to talk to you
If you can only spare the timeAnd mom, I hope you understand
How much I love and need you and
I don't want you to take this the wrong wayBut don't you think I'm old enough
And big enough and strong enough to play
The games that daddies playMy friend Billy Parker's dad
Came by today to see me and
He wondered if I'd like to goWith him and Billy on a hike
And maybe camp out overnight
The way I've seen them do in picture showsAnd there's one thing I'd like to do
And maybe if I asked him to
He'd sit and talk to me man to manWe'd only be gone overnight
And I could find out what it's like to play
The games that daddies playShe quickly turned to hide the tears
From her son of seven years
He didn't know she'd read between the linesHe'd never really known his dad
And although he'd never ask
She knew exactly what was on his mindShe searched her mind in desperation
Six long years of separation
Dimmed the words she knew she had to sayI hope you're never big enough
Or old enough or bold enough to play
The games that daddies playI know you need and want his love
But son, you're the victim of
Another kind of games that daddies play
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