папа ты сел всю кортошку фри а я плакала но ты не видел
Daddy Why did you leave me? You created me So don't you wanna see me?
Daddy Why did you make me? If you're not gonna take me To get a burger and shakie?
My cursed blood is your cursed blood Come on back and be my bud I can count your visits on my fingertips Come back and give me presents from your business trips
Daddy why did you father me If all you wanna do is bother me? Don't you know that I love you And I only wanna see more of you?
Daddy Why did you eat my fries? I bought them And they were mine
But you ate them You ate my fires And I cried But you didn't see me cry
Daddy Do you even love me? Well I wish you would show it Because I wouldn't know it
What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries And doesn't even look her in the eyes? Daddy there were tears there If you saw them would you even care?