PAPA’S DAUGHTER
Mumma cares for me, Mumma cries for me.
Mumma cares for me, Mumma cries for me.
But I am Papa’s daughter.
She cooks for me and makes me feed.
She sings at night to make me sleep.
But I am Papa’s daughter.
When Papa shouts, Mumma pampers.
When teacher scolds, Mumma’s love molds.
But I am Papa’s daughter.
I love you Mumma I owe you a lot.
To get you Mumma I thank the God.
But I am Papa’s daughter.
Always Papa’s daughter.
Ranna is Papa’s daughter.
