It didn't matter what she was crying about, she could get on my knee, she could snot my sleeve up, just cry, cry it out. Daddy's got you. That's all that's important.
No importaba el motivo por el que lloraba ella se sentaba en mi rodilla, moqueaba en mi manga, lloraba, lloraba con ganas. Papá está aquí. Eso es lo que importa.