My Hearth Belongs to Daddy - Marilyn Monroe

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.