Diddy is what he called but I don't mind. His heart is gentle and his eyes are kind.
Diddy is what he shouted at me with milk running down his face. Some say not meant for this world but to me he never seems out of place.
Diddy Diddy he asked for another book to be read, smiling I accomondated as I always did.
This was my job.This is what I do. Eight dollars an hour to be diddy and thats just what I did.
Across the yard he ran man to me part child, part man, to hold my hand on a cool autum day that his's only plan.
Diddy is what he called me the day we first met no matter what I tell him it is just the way he is.
How can you work with those people, don't the make you feel strange? Thats what other people ask me. But they don't realize Diddy is whom I am.