Daddys Girl Poem by chris schwartz

She walks down the stairs
Into the parking lot
Shaking what she's got
In those high heels
That short skirt
After pounding on door
Number 234
You know just what she makes hot.

The lamppost gleaming
On her shiny white car
As I smoke all of what
I got left
I see the ribbons of heat
From what I couldn't be
As I perch here on
This shelf.

She's got the guts
Of a sailor
And the body of
A hot size four.
She's got the heart
Of a lonely cowgirl
The spirit of a gambler
Saying
Just one more.
She's got the innocence
Of a child
That's been stripped away
Once more from her
Lying in the arms
Of a man that
She feels are Daddy's arms
But he's gone
Forever more.

She grabs a tissue
Wipes her past from
Her deep blue eyes
Coats of mascara
Soak through the layers
Giving way to the black in her
Deep dark eyes.
She starts up the engine
And starts to drive off
But she's got a ticket
For Saturday night.

But she's got the guts
Of a sailor
And the body
Of a hot size four.
She's got the heart
Of a lonely cowgirl
The spirit of a gambler
Saying just once more.
She's got the innocence
Of a child
That's been stripped away
Once more from her
Lying in the arms
Of a man she feels
Are daddy's hands
But he's gone
Forever more.