There was whiskey in her momma's voice that night
As she shook her husband right away from home
She grabs her daddy's hand as he screams even louder
He whispers softly "Becca let go."
She's so damn tired of being strung like a puppet
Where every leather suitcase reminds her of her daddy
She's got her curls in her hair and she grows it all out
Just to make her momma happy
A continous love story built up in her diary
She found the right boy but only time will tell now
When you say you'll love Becca forever
I hope you know, it's the first time someone's ever said it out loud
