There's two things I know for sure. She was sent here from heaven, and she's daddy's little girl. As I drop to my knees by her bed at night, she talks to Jesus, and I close my eyes.
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer.
Sticking' little white flowers all up in her hair. Oh, with all that I've done wrong, I must have done something right To deserve a hug every morning, And butterfly kisses at night. Sweet sixteen today, She's looking like her momma a little more every day. One part woman, the other part girl. To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.