[Verse 1]
In finger painting with children
I find the simplest thing in life gratifying
[?]
She looks just like a dad
In the side of my [?]
Or, pictures of her memories in wallet size
With radios and baby clothes that [?]
[?] performance in a turquoise dress

[Chorus]
Under a cotton candy cloud
And a syndicated tongue
She knows exactly how to make daddy proud
Her simulated fun

[Verse 2]
There's no happy forever after when your daddy’s forever a bachelor
And mommy's thyroid gland [?]
Switch the channel, with a remote control
Just may travel, and mommy smokes a bowl
And there's a nuclear family with the splitting of an atom and its piddle-paddle that’s like a mom and dad fight

[Chorus]
Under a cotton candy cloud
And a syndicated tongue
She hasn't forgotten how to make daddy proud
Her simulated fun
[Verse 3]
By the third trimester she was at curbside check-in
Trying to leave me a breath of words of my lecture
[?]
[?]
Arguments were broadcast in the neighborhood watcher
[?]
[?]

[Chorus]
Under a cotton candy cloud
And a syndicated tongue
She hasn't forgotten how to make daddy proud
Her simulated fun

[Verse 4]
Single parenting in custody babbles
[Moss sweeping?] examples of weekend visitation
From an interracial crazy marriage
And her little girl is on the receiving end of this shitty situation
I know it's not that easy to listen [?] favorite song with the CD skipping
But I just wanna check it to the pediatrician
Take it to my mother's and my father's house
All out the emotional water drought
That's something you probably haven't thought about
But I love you as well
Still heavily under your casted spell
[Chorus]
Under a cotton candy cloud
And a syndicated tongue
She hasn’t forgotten how to make daddy proud
Her simulated fun

[Outro]
Under a cotton candy cloud
And a syndicated tongue