My Heart Belongs to Daddy (from "Let's Make Love")

My name is Lolita
And uh... I'm not supposed to play... with boys!
What?
uh uh!
mon cur eta Papa
You know, le propritaire

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 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, dad

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

While tearing off a game of golf
I may make a play for the caddy
But when I do, I don't follow through
Shoo do ga do, shoo do ga do, ooo, Daddy

If I invite a boy some night
To cook up a fine enchilada
Though Spanish rice is all very nice
Ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, ba da, da da

Yes, my heart belongs to Daddy
So I simply couldn't be bad
Yes, my heart belongs to my Daddy
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, dad

So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know that you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'Cause Daddy, my Daddy
My little ol' Daddy treats it so

That little old man, he just treats it so good