Daddy, why did you eat my fries? I bought them, and they were mine. But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries and I cried, but you didn't see me cry. Daddy, do you even love me? Well, I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it. What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries? And doesn't look her in the eyes? Daddy there were tears there, if you saw them would you even care.