Daddy’s Little Girl - Kelly Hogan

My name is Frank Sinatra
My game was to break the rules
New York you were endless song
Berlin you were my bombshell blonde
Vegas in the red hot palm of my hand
In the President's suite on Fremont Blvd
In the dealer's seat placing all my cards on the life
Miami you were my clean dry scotch
Milan you were the gold seam in my crotch
Palm Springs in the red hot palm of my hand
And nobody will ever belong the way that I used to belong
Playing dominos with some princess in France
French francs falling out of my pants all night
New Orleans you were my favorite in the band
Brazil you were my one night stand
A golden mic in the red hot palm of my hand
And nobody will ever belong the way that Frank used to belong
Shooting dice with a sultan in Spain
Dancing with chance in the rain till dawn
Would I change anything for a minute
Well of course I would now who wouldn't
In those bright mornings of pain when I needed to change that's when I realized
That i couldn't
Some guys need to be loved by a woman
I needed to be loved by the world
So I'm sorry my sweet Nancy
You're always going to be Daddy's Little Girl