Sinergy -> RE: are there any daddies here? (2/12/2007 9:28:54 PM)
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Heard this the other night dancing, and it really does give the essence of the relationship... My Heart Belongs To Daddy by Cole Porter (1938) While tearing off a game of golf, I may make a play for the caddie, but when I do I don't follow thorugh, 'cause my heart belongs to Daddy. If I invite a boy some night to dine on my fine fin and haddie, I just adore his asking for more, but my heart belongs to Daddy. (Chorus:) Yes my heart belongs to daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad, yes my heart belongs to Daddy, Dad dad dad, dad dad dad, da da dad. So I want to warn you, laddy, 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 caddie, but when I do I don't follow through, sugga dugga doo, sugga dugga doo, ooh, Daddy. If I invite a boy some night to cook up a fine enchilada, those Spanish rice, it's all very nice, beda beda bedabedabeda dada. Yes my heart belongs to my daddy, so I simply couldn't be bad, yes my heart belongs to Daddy, Dad dad dad, dad dad dad, da da dad. So I want to warn you, laddy, though I know you're perfectly swell, that my heart belongs to daddy, 'cause my daddy, he treats it - so - good.
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