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Whatever happened to the crazy dames |
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With the red ruby lips |
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Whatever happened to the burning flames |
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With the 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 wiggeling 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 into HolIywood |
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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 them 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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