No castle in the South of France
What we had were underpants
That made us feel like royalty

His hands were hard, his waistband soft
And in his deep-red apple thoughts he said
Your fruit will be of the loom, not the tree

(Chorus)
Yet daddy was the apple of my eye
Like underwear, he's with my 'til I die
Then the more that I peel back the years
The more I realize
He will always be the apple of my eye

A father knows a young boy grows
The clothesline of life sometimes blows
Breif memories that last forever more

He gave to me his fearless grin
His rosy cheeks, his tender skin
A comfort that runs straight down to the core

(Chorus)
Yet daddy was the apple of my eye
Like underwear, he's with my 'til I die
Then the more that I peel back the years
The more I realize
In that tangled family tree
He will forever be
The shining, polished apple of my eye

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