Today is the day I told your father you exist
And the roses he gave me are wilting on the table
We are not ready
We are not ready
We are not ready
The roses are wilting and I am afraid
We will too
Today is the day I told your father you exist
And the roses he gave me are wilting on the table
We are not ready
We are not ready
We are not ready
The roses are wilting and I am afraid
We will too
They call me Spitfire. 