| 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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| She'll turn her music on
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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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| She'll take a tumble on you
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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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| When she snows 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
|
| And she'll tease you
|
| She'll unease you
|
| All the better just to please you
|
| She's precocious
|
| And she knows just what it
|
| Takes to make a pro blush
|
| All the boys Think she's a spy,
|
| She's got Bette Davis eyes
|
| She'll tease you
|
| She'll unease you
|
| Just to please you
|
| She's got Bette Davis eyes
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| She'll expose you
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| When she snows you
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| (fade) |