Who is my Daddy

In a while in a little while my child, in a while
Oh why do you keep telling me in a while.
I remember when i was three those same words stayed with me, In a while in little while.

Do you remember when i was born the squishy kisses you gave me, You cared for me and you hugged me
you took care of me and you loved me.
I always felt the love from you, I knew your love was true but you repeat those words when i ask as far back as i can remember,in a while my child in a while.

Oh Mum  can you please stop saying those words  just take some time to answer me.
I am grown up now and still dont know who this person could be .
I think its very  wrong of you to keep me in suspense  you should really tell me what i need to know and not have me sitting on the fence

I do many things that are wild, things that will frustrate you, 
I love running and jumping singing and laughing and dancing and eating and shopping and slouching and messing abouting and sleeping and sleeping and sleeping and sleeping 
Time is going, time is not waiting so lets deal with my biggest teenage issue.
Stop shouting stop shouting im growing not knowing my head is confusuesd filled with questions im asking, but you never answer and making it harder to say  who the hell is my effing real Father. 
 I will tell you in a while
In YOUR  while will never come in YOUR  while it will be to late.