Teksty: Lisa Ekdahl. My Heart Belongs To Daddy.

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While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow though
'Cause my heart belongs to Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To dine on my fine finnan haddie
I just adore his asking for more
But my heart belongs to Daddy

Yes my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad.
Yes, my heart belongs to daddy
Da-da Da-da-da Da-da-da--ad
So I want to warn you laddie,
Though I think you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'Cause my daddy he treats it so well