My Baby Girl's Favourite Singer Songtext
von Ryder The Eagle

I′m a singer whose voice
Don't matter much to them
The dukes of the kingdom
Said I could use a band
They put me on a lifeboat
Drifting on the Persian sea
But my baby girl heard me


They locked me up
By order of the king
I was getting dark, too dark to sing
But I was kept alive
By order of her
Cause she′s my baby girl and I'm her favourite singer

They say it's hard to change
It′s even harder to be
For a whining broken dog
Barking at the same old me
I′m ignored by the peasants, the bandits and the drunks
But my baby girl sings my songs at the top of her lungs

When a lonely winter
Throws up on spring
And it's getting cold, too cold to sing
I′m kept alive
By these moves of hers
Cause she's my baby girl and my favourite dancer