Shanaz Dorsett - Daughter Karma lyrics

Daddy says he'll make it up Daddy says don't take no sh** 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 b**h She has the sickest sense of humour History's a b**h b**h 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 b**h She has the sickest sense of humour History's a b**h b**h She has the sickest sense of humour, baby