Her hair is Harlow gold, Her lips sweet surprise Her hands are never cold She's got Bette Davis eyes She'll turn her music on You won't have to think twice pure as New York snow 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 (Kim Carnes) Per E., se vuole
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