Daughter Karma

Daddy says he'll make it up
 Daddy says don't take no shit
 But Mummy always forgives
 Now your Daddy's got a baseball bat
 Hey hey, Daddy's got some guilt
 Built up
 Cause your lover
 Likes the taste of tears
 And the face you make
 When you're begging
 (till you have a daughter, that's what I call Karma)
 History's a bitch
 She has the sickest sense of humour
 History's a bitch
 Bitch
 She has the sickest sense of humour, baby
 Daddy should have held your hand
 They say daddy's supposed to hold
 Your hand
 Or you end up falling
 For a man
 Who never held it either
 Now your brother's gone and settled down
 And your sister's happy on her own
 While you're chasing
 Trying to fill that hole
 But it's just getting deeper
 Deeper
 Oh, oh, oh
 (till you have a daughter, that's what I call Karma)
 History's a bitch
 She has the sickest sense of humour
 History's a bitch
 Bitch
 She has the sickest sense of humour, baby