Rebecca Sugar - Daddy daddy why did you eat my fries

^FDaddy, why did you ^Fleave me? ^G7You created me, so don't you ^Fwanna see me? ^FDaddy why did you ^Fmake me? If you're not gonna ta^G7ke me to get a burger and s^Fhakey?

^FMy cursed blood is your cursed blood, ^E7c'mon back and be my bud, I can c^Amount your visits on my fingertips, ^F7come back and give me presents from your buisness trips.

^FDaddy, why did you father me? ^E7If all you wanna do is bother me? ^AmDon't you know that I love you, and I o^F7nly wanna see more of you?

^FDaddy, why did you e^Fat my fries? ^G7I bought them, and t^Fhey were mine. ^FBut you ate them, you a^Fte my fries, and i cr^G7ied, but you didn't s^Fee me cry.

^FDaddy, do you even lo^E7ve me? well I wish you would s^Amhow it because I wouldn't kn^F7ow it what kind of dad eats his daug^Fhters fries? and doesn't even look her ^E7in the eye daddy there were te^Amars there if you saw them would you e^F7ven care?