Daddy Why Did You Eat My Fries
Daddy, why did you eat my fries?
I bought them, and they were mine
But you ate them, yeah, you ate my fries
And I cried, but you didn't see me cry
Daddy, do you even love me?
Well, I wish you'd show it, 'cause I wouldn't know it
What kind of dad eats his daughter's fries
And doesn't look her in the eyes?
Daddy, there were tears there; if you saw them would you even care?
Papi ¿Por qué te comiste mis papas fritas?
Papá, ¿por qué te comiste mis papas fritas?
Los compré, y eran míos
Pero te los comiste, sí, te comiste mis papas fritas
Y lloré, pero no me viste llorar
Papá, ¿me amas?
Bueno, ojalá lo mostraras, porque no lo sabría
¿Qué clase de padre se come las papas de su hija
¿Y no la mira a los ojos?
Papá, había lágrimas allí; si las vieras, ¿te importaría?