| Whatever happened to the crazy dames with the red ruby lips?
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| Whatever happened to the burning flames with swing on the hips?
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| She makes you turn when she passes you by
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| With a cool kind of look in her eye
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| She’s like a flash from a movie show
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| Playing up to 'Marlowe'.
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| Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
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| Tight skirts and ruby red lips
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| Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
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| About her legs and her wiggling hips
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| She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
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| For her figure kind of says it all
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| They talk about her in the neighbourhood
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| For good looks get around
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| She’s always dropping in to Hollywood
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| With the gents of the town
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| She likes to flirt with the right kind of man
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| But she can turn 'em into clay in her hand
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| And with the sound of her tiny feet
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| She’ll turn heads on Main Street
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| Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
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| Tight skirts and ruby red lips
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| Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
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| About her legs and her wiggling hips
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| She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
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| For her figure kind of says it all
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| Well, here she comes again, walking on Main Street
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| («Hello, Sailor!»)
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| Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
|
| Tight skirts and ruby red lips
|
| Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
|
| About her legs and her wiggling hips
|
| She doesn’t need to speak a word at all
|
| For her figure kind of says it all
|
| Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
|
| Tight skirts and ruby red lips
|
| Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
|
| About her legs and her wiggling hips
|
| Stiletto heels clicking on the sidewalk
|
| Tight skirts and ruby red lips
|
| Stiletto heels are bound to make the boys talk
|
| About her legs and her wiggling hips |