I see you from my window
Walking with her there
I don't need to know which number
I won't stop you touch her hair
I don't need to see you waving
When you slip away at night
I don't have to know what happened
As you crawl back when it's light

[Not in film: I don't need you to look at me
And tell me how many hundreds there have been
I don't want to have to listen
As they fall a constant stream]
I don't need to catch you with them
Your voice so full of joy
As you murmur your little nothings
My own Papa so very coy

Mon cherie Papa
Mon cherie Papa

I don't need you to say you love me
I don't need you to say goodnight
I don't need you to caress me
I don't need to be held tight
I only want you to be ready
To know my voice will never ring
To know there'll never be another letter
You've got to hear this one small thing
I need you to remember
That I never was your shame
I always was your daughter
I never did complain
I always was your daughter
I never did complain