Mr. Girl Hater

I feel like I belong to somebody now

A kind of family

I feel like I belong to somebody now

A guiding hand

A soul that takes an interest in my welfare

A friend that takes an interest in my life

I feel like I belong to somebody now

A kind of angel

I feel like I belong to something more than just a school

But when I think of you I know so little

I can only think of three things

You're tall, you're rich, and you hate girls

I guess I could call you Mr. Girl Hater

Mr. Girl Hater

But that's too insulting to me

It would never do

Or I could call you dear Mr. Rich Man

Thanks, Mr. Rich Man

But that's too insulting to you

And you might not be rich for that much longer

But I'm pretty sure you'll stay tall

So I'll call you dear Daddy Long Legs

Old Daddy Long Legs

I'll keep calling you

(I'll keeping you)

I hope you don't mind Daddy Long Legs

It's just a pet name

We won't tell a soul

No

The bell sounds, I must go

Yours, Jerusha Abbot

Whose education is underwritten by a man I lovingly call

Mr. Hitching Post, Clothes Pole, Daddy Long Legs

Smith