Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Better Davis eyes
She'll turn the música on you, tu won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow, she 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
She got Greta Garbo's standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll let tu take her home, it works her appetite
She'll lay tu on the throne, she got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you, roll tu like tu were dice
Until tu come out...
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