Lyrics Daddy's Little Girl - Kelly Hogan

My name is Frank Sinatra
My game was to break the rules

New York, you were my endless song
Berlin, you were my bombshell blonde
Vegas, in the red hot palm of my hand

In the president's suite on Fremont Boulevard
In the dealer's seat, placin' all my cards
On the line

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 on princess in France
French francs fallin' out of my pants
All night

New Orleans, you were my favorite in the band
Brazil, you were my one night stand
A golden mike in the red hot palm of my hand

And nobody will ever belong
The way that Frank used to belong

Shootin' dice with a sultan in Spain
Dancin' 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 gonna be daddy's little girl