It began on a rancid October afternoon:
I was the most generous painter around
She was the most optimistic psychiatrist

She was my daughter
My optimistic daughter
My psychiatrist

We used to eat so well together
Back then
We wanted to taste together, around the world
We wanted it all

But one afternoon, one rancid afternoon
We decided to taste too much
Together we teased a gentleman
It was quiet, so quiet

From that moment our relationship changed
She grew so cool

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She drank a mathematician
Alas, a mathematician!
My daughter drank a mathematician
It was little, so little
The next day I thought my insides had broken
I thought my hands had burst into flames
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)

But still, she is in my thoughts
I think about how it all changed that afternoon
That rancid October afternoon

My hands... ouch!
When I think of that optimistic psychiatrist
That optimistic psychiatrist and me