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Her hair is Harlow gold |
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Her lips sweet surprise |
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Her hands are never cold |
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She's got Bette Davis eyes |
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You won't have to think twice |
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She's pure as New York snow |
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She got Bette Davis eyes |
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And she'll tease you |
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She'll unease you |
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All the better just to please you |
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She's precocious |
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And she knows just what it |
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Takes to make a pro blush |
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She got Greta Garbo stand off sighs |
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She's got Bette Davis eyes |
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She'll let you take her home |
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It whets her appetite |
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She'll lay you on her throne |
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She got Bette Davis eyes |
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Roll you like you were dice |
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Until you come out blue |
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She's got Bette Davis eyes |
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She'll expose you |
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Off your feet with the crumbs she throws you |
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She's ferocious |
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And she knows just what it |
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Takes to make a pro blush |
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All the boys think she's a spy |
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She's got Bette Davis eyes |
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Bette Davis Eyes |
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Bette Davis Eyes |
