I Wish My Dad Was A Millionaire

I wish my dad was a millionaire
With tons of money to spare.
Then I'd be a rich spoilt little girl
With no end of materials and care.
I'd have a huge princessy room of my own,
And servants to wait on me hand and foot.
Everything I want would be given to me,
Even the non-existent forbidden fruit.
I'd have meals at high-end restaurants everyday
Those that serve clams and lobster bisque.
The more I dream, the better it seems;
Oh wouldn't life be such a frisk!