Macainsh In a room with a view on the thirty-third floor, the ashtrays overflow A banker's daughter gets up from the bed and stares at the streets below The day breaks and the sun comes up, the night has been so kind As she turns back to her sleeping man, the thoughts rush through her mind. What would daddy do if he saw me now? He might not recognise me anyhow My long black hair is curled and blonde And my innocence is long long gone. Fathers and daughters have a love that's blind Never quite understanding while still being kind Fathers and daughters can be so far away One lives for the nights and one for the days. Fathers and daughters they speak of respect But their conversations don't always connect. Fathers and daughters have a love that's blind Never quite understanding while still being kind Fathers and daughters can be so far away One lives for the nights and one for the days. In a room with a view on the thirty-third floor, the phone is off the hook And a banker's daughter goes back to bed, seduced with just one look The sun sets and the city lights up, the night flights burn the sky As she reaches out for her sleeping man, she says with a smile. What would daddy do if he saw me now? He might not recognize me anyhow My long black hair is curled and blonde And my innocence is long gone. Fathers and daughters, fathers and daughters Fathers and daughters, fathers and daughters.