I do love you, daddy
And you break my heart
When you stand at the door
All dejected and half-smiling
When she says she's already
Got a lot of clothes to wash
So yours won't make it onto the pile
And then you nod, with a quiet
"Goodbye," and you slip out of the house
Away into the clear morning
To miss us again for another day
And I want to cry into my mug
When you've left and all that's in your wake
Is the spinning washing machine
Full of our clothes and none of yours