Violetta Villas - My heart belongs to Daddy

My name is Violetta And I’m not supposed to play... with boys! What? Mon coeur est a papa. You know, le propriétaire. No! While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don’t follow through Cause my heart belongs to Daddy If I invite a boy some night To dine on my fine food and 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, da... So I want to warn you laddie Though I know that you’re perfectly swell That my heart belongs to Daddy Cause my Daddy, he treats it so well While tearing off a game of golf I may make a play for the caddy But when I do, I don’t follow through Cause my heart belongs to Daddy If I invite a boy some night To cook up some hot enchilada Though