My Heart Belongs To Daddy
My name is Lolita...And er...I'm not supposed to play!...with boys!Moi? Mon coeur est a papa.You know, le proprietaire.No!
While tearing off a game of golfI may make a play for the caddyBut when I do, I don't follow throughCause my heart belongs to Daddy
If I invite a boy some nightTo dine on my fine food and haddieI just adore, his asking for moreBut my heart belongs to Daddy
Yes, my heart belongs to DaddySo I simply couldn't be badYes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I want to warn you laddieThough I know that you're perfectly swellThat my heart belongs to DaddyCause my Daddy, he treats it so well
While tearing off a game of golfI may make a play for the caddyBut when I do, I don't follow throughCause my heart belongs to Daddy
If I invite a boy some nightTo cook up some hot enchiladaThough Spanish rice is all very niceMy heart belongs to Daddy
Yes, my heart belongs to DaddySo I simply couldn't be badYes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I want to warn you laddieThough I know that you're perfectly swellThat my heart belongs to DaddyCause my Daddy, he treats it so well