Lyrics

Papa, do you think I'm odd? My daughter odd, where did you get an idea like that? I don't know, it's just that, well, people talk They talk about me, too No, we're not odd, it's true No family ever saner Except one uncle who- well, maybe let that pass In all you say or do You couldn't make it plainer You are your mother's daughter; therefore you are class So I should just accept I'm simply not like them They are the common herd And you should take my word You are unique: creme de la creme No matter what you do I'm on your side And if my point of view is somewhat misty-eyed There's nothing clearer in my life than what I wish and feel for you And that's a lot No matter what No matter what they say You make me proud I love the funny way you stand out from the crowd It's my intention, my invention shows the world out there one day Just what we've got No matter what Now some may say all fathers just exaggerate That every daughter's great You are And every daughter tends to say her father's tops She pulls out all the stops To praise him And quite rightly No matter what the pain We've come this far I pray that you remain exactly as you are This really is a case of father knowing best And daughter too You're never strange Don't ever change You're all I've got No matter what
Writer(s): Jim Steinman, Andrew Lloyd-webber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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