The smell of Old Spice, a flat cap on the dash
Windows rolled down in the wind, white lines flyin' past
Singin' along with the radio, a little outta tune
Hangin' onto that steering wheel was the man who hung the Moon

Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
Turns out he was wrapped around mine
He said: You can be anything you want to in this great big world
But I'm always gonna be
Daddy's little girl

He always used to tell me: Don't grow up too fast
Love will come, love will go, your first won't be your last
I didn't always listen when he gave me advice
Though I hate to admit it, but that man was always right

Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
Turns out he was wrapped around mine
He said: You can be anything you want to in this great big world
But I'm always gonna be
Daddy's little girl
Daddy's little girl

When I count my blessings, I know where to start
He might not hold my hand no more
But he'll always, always hold my heart

Used to wrap my hands around his little finger
Turns out he was wrapped around mine
He said: You can be anything you want to in this great big world
But I'm always gonna be
Yes, I'm always gonna be
Daddy's little girl
Daddy's little girl
Mm-mm