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The Heel - Eartha Kitt

"The one who has me for his own Is on the town and I'm alone In his blue suit and his new tie He slams the door without goodbye Tonight my eyes are jealous green Tonight I'm melancholy mean He"

Hey Jacque - Eartha Kitt

"Hey, Jacques-- Have you seen Louis? Is he still in Paris? I wait, day after day, in that cafe by the river Please, Jacques, if you see Louis, tell him to come to me. I've tried, I can't forget-- I love"

Just An Old Fashioned Girl - Eartha Kitt

"I'm just an old fashioned girl with an old fashioned mind Not sophisticated, I'm the sweet and simple kind. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I"

Lazy Afternoon - Eartha Kitt

"It's a lazy afternoon And the beetle bugs are zooming And the tulip trees are blooming And there's not another human in view but us two It's a lazy afternoon And the farmer leaves his reaping In the meadow"

Thursday's Child - Eartha Kitt

"Monday's child is fair of face And Tuesday's child is full of grace Wednesday's child is full of woe But Thursday's child has far to go Things look mighty black for Thursday's child Trouble docks the"

Annie Doesn't Live Here Anymore - Eartha Kitt

"(Annie, where's Annie, Where, oh where is Annie?) Annie doesn't live here anymore. You must be the one she waited for. She said I would know you by the blue in your eye, Checkered suit, a fancy vest,"

Mink, Schmink - Eartha Kitt

"A friend of mine called me up not long ago He knew me since I was knee high to a grasshopper But I evidently didn't give him the right answer because he said to me: Mink Schmink, Money Schmoney Think"

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

"Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree, For me. been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. Santa baby, a 54 convertible too, Light blue. I'll wait up for you dear, Santa"

Somebody Bad Stole De Wedding Bell - Eartha Kitt

"Somebody bad stole de wedding bell Somebody bad stole de wedding bell Somebody bad stole de wedding bell Now, nobody can get married Who's got the ding dong who's got the bell Who's got the ding dong"

Sous Les Ponts De Paris - Eartha Kitt

"Sous les ponts de Paris, lorsque descend la nuit, Tout's sort's de gueux se faufil'nt en cachette Et sont heureux de trouver une couchette, Htel du courant d'air, o l'on ne paie pas cher, L'parfum et l'eau"

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