A LOLITA DICTION

There was a girl named Lolita ; she said….
and I'm not supposed to play..! What? Mon coeur est a dady. You know, le proprietaire. 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 dady.
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 dady.
Yes, my heart belongs to dady, so I simply couldn't be bad.
Yes my heart belongs to dady.
So I want to warn you laddie,
though I know that you're perfectly swell,
that my heart belongs to dady cause my dady he treated it so..
Well he was…
While tearing off a game of golf,
I may make a play for the caddy,
but when I do, I don't follow through,ooh, dady.
I f I invite a boy some night to cook up a fine enchilada,
though spanish rice is all very nice..
my heart belongs to my dady so I simply couldn't be bad.
So, I want to warn you laddie,
though I know that you're perfectly swell,
that my heart belongs to my dady
'cause my dady he treated it..so..
That little old man he just treats it so good!

Maybe I would wanted it that way….