Shanaz Dorsett - Daughter Karma [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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