Her hair was Harlow gold, Her lips a 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, 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’s stand-off sighs And she’s got Bette Davis Eyes.
How is it that 5 months later i am still sitting here wondering what the hell i did to make all this fall apart. You know absolutely everything there is to know, you listened to me bawl down the phone to you and you listened. what did i fuck up so badly that it meant we couldn’t be mates anymore?
bette davis eyes / sparks fly / kiss me / little bird / this city