R.I.P Amy Winehouse
Taxi driver, to drive home, her friable mind Her love was pure, to all
And one another, she touched souls
She sang with a loving voice, such beauty blessed
She lived fast on a fast lane, she needed me
What talent she had could be lost over night
Replaced by blurry tongues, boozy antics
And daddy's taxi will wait the whole night
And daddy's worry will last the whole time
If only I could take the curse of fame and success
If only I could drive away her demons
Of men with bad influence, they gather like vultures
Will she still be my little girl, my Amy Winehouse
He wonders with pain and fears the worst
He says "In my head I paint a picture of worry"
And daddy's taxi will carry her to rehab
But then she was made famous for opposing with song
And daddy's world would be turned upside down
When he was finally told, nightmare did manifest
And that he can no longer pick her up to safety
The angels have got her and news spread with shock
The last of his taxi ride home to safety
This time an ambulance awaits
And the gods of luck are without answers
This time the drive would be in a funeral procession
And she will be celebrated, she was loved
But to daddy she was just his little girl who never came home
