May Songwriting Challenge- May 30: Karma

Well…it was down to the wire, but do y’all remember when I said I was going to say armadillo in a song? Look, look, look!!! Look at the first verse! Line 4! I SAID ARMADILLO!!! Yay! Why did I want to say armadillo? Because armadillos are armadorable and it’s my songwriting blog so I can write what I want to write, gosh darnit!

Karma

© 2018 Chelsey Sears

V1:

You think it serves you well

To play us women like a fiddle

Hidin’ way in your shell

Some Amarillo armadillo

Popping up, at the worst of times

Rolling in, on that wave of pride

Mastered the heartbreak game

Yeah that charm goes a long, long way

CH:

But someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby, karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round

V2:

Boy they’re more than rumors

Wildly circulatin’

Yeah, you’ll find the truth hurts

When you’re on your own, facin’

The facts, your track history

No, girls won’t wanna gamble

Say you’ve changed, but honestly

It’s just more empty ramble

CH:

Someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby, karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round

BR:

No it shouldn’t be so tough to figure out

That escapades, they don’t go too far, in a small town

CH:

Someday, you’ll meet your match

Tables can turn, just like that

Fallin’s harder when you’re the one on the ground

Baby karma, it’s comin’ ‘round, comin’ ‘round