her hair is harlow gold
her lips are sweet surprise
her hands are never cold
she s got bette davis eyes
she turns her music on you
you won t have to think twice
she s pure as new york snow
she s 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 s got greta garbo stand off sighs
she s got bette davis eyes
she ll let you take her home
it whets her appetite
she ll lay you on her throne
she s got bette davis eyes
she ll take a tumble on you
roll you like you were dice
until you come up blue
she s got bette davis eyes
she ll expose you
when she snows you off your feet
with the crumbs she throws 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