[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 only allows her to like boy bands

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

[?]

[?] going to Lamaze class

Arguments were broadcast in the neighborhood watcher

[?]

But I can't be saved by the good doctor

[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 battles

[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