She says what has her daddy done. That you want him to be punished. When she woke up one day to find. That he was starting to vanish. But _if you hope_ (?) to hear voices. You know you should not be listening. Push the vigilant lips. Make a slice of her face. Said the scandalous whispering. She's not on her own with the rest of her riches. As the kids paint him out of their refrigerator bitches. She picks up the bills and pays the babysitter. 'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter. And once there was a time. Before you turned strange. She thought they'd be together. For more than a lifetime. Look at them now. My how things have changed. He can tell his sweetheart. Out of any girl on just a whiff. And turn it from a candy to a caramel. And make her hate the silouette she used to feel. And say "I know nothing about you.". Now what's left of the birthday cake. Smeared and beautifully frosted. An absent father picks up the phone. To find the number's unlisted. While the kids are distracted. She'll notice _she's nervous at all_ (?). But how long will it take. Not to make a mistake. When a gentleman comes to call. She's not on her own with the rest of her riches. As the kids tear down their refrigerator pictures. They already know how a woman may advance. From a pretty picture hat to a supermarket trance. Where it is unkind she might as well forget it. 'Cause everybody knows burnt sugar is so bitter. Burnt sugar is so bitter. Burnt sugar. Burnt sugar. Burnt sugar. .