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from Eartha Kitt - Where Is My Man (1986)
Then came the night
I was alone alone big empty bed all on my own alone All in my glory such a sad story moment by moment I go mad so mad. How did it come this pretty path you ask? Why did he leave no I don't know they go. Ill find another maybe his brother I'll move to the next without a pause because I love men. What can I do? I love men they're no good for you. In the end they always resist and pretend you didn't exist. But my friend they somehow persist and remain at the top of my list. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. I love men it's always the same I love men I'm bad at the game. Can't defend the way that I feel it's no trend the feeling is real. Now and then I try to conceal where and when I choose to reveal. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. Good times may come and they may go. I know. Money goes fast but it comes slow so slow One thing is certain love's final curtain won't leave me bereft while there is one man left. I love men it's going to last I love men the feeling won't pass. I love men wherever I go all these men they're haunting me so. Miles of men as far as I see Smiles of men they're smiling at me. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. I love men. What can I do? I love men they're no good for you. In the end they always resist and pretend you didn't exist. But my friend they somehow persist and remain at the top of my list. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. I love men it's always the same I love men I'm bad at the game. Can't defend the way that I feel it's no trend the feeling is real. Now and then I try to conceal where and when I choose to reveal. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. I love men it's going to last I love men the feeling will pass. . . . I love men it's going to last I love men the feeling will pass. I love men wherever I go all these men they're haunting me so. Miles of men as far as I see Smiles of men they're smiling at me. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. I love men. What can I do? I love men they're no good for you. In the end they always resist and pretend you didn't exist. But my friend they somehow persist and remain at the top of my list. I love men I love men love them over and over and over again. |
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from Eartha Kitt - Where Is My Man (1986)
I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone - where is my man? I spend hours by the phone - where is my baby? I chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man? I need a man who can take me then tount me and make me Buy the things that I so richly deseerrve. A man who knows what I require the things that I desire - Is there anyone out there who has the neerrve? I spend hours by the phone - where is my baby? I chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man? Where is my baby? He can't be far. Look for an Ascot a big cigar tell him to find me Send his car to this address I have to stress I need him now. I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby? I don't wanna be alone - where is my man? The kind of man that I adore's the kind of man that gives me more Of all the better things in life that aren't free. Such things as summer by the sea the Hamptons Malibu Capri. The kind of man Who comes alive When he comes near Rodeo Drive Is the kind of man Who winds my heart With style and class. You know I've tried Some other men The kind with zeros Less than ten But everytime I grab The ring it's always brass. I don't wanna be alone - Where is my baby? . . . I don't wanna be alone - Where is my baby? |
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from Eartha Kitt - Where Is My Man (1986)
I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby?
I don't wanna be alone - where is my man? I spend hours by the phone - where is my baby? I chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man? I need a man who can take me then tount me and make me Buy the things that I so richly deseerrve. A man who knows what I require the things that I desire - Is there anyone out there who has the neerrve? I spend hours by the phone - where is my baby? I chew my fingers to the bone - where is my man? Where is my baby? He can't be far. Look for an Ascot a big cigar tell him to find me Send his car to this address I have to stress I need him now. I don't wanna be alone - where is my baby? I don't wanna be alone - where is my man? The kind of man that I adore's the kind of man that gives me more Of all the better things in life that aren't free. Such things as summer by the sea the Hamptons Malibu Capri. The kind of man Who comes alive When he comes near Rodeo Drive Is the kind of man Who winds my heart With style and class. You know I've tried Some other men The kind with zeros Less than ten But everytime I grab The ring it's always brass. I don't wanna be alone - Where is my baby? . . . I don't wanna be alone - Where is my baby? |
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from Driving Miss Daisy (드라이빙 미스 데이지) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (1989)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from 비밀 Bi: Mil (2001)
??sk체dar'a gider iken aldi da bir yagmur 2x
K창tibimin setresi uzun, etegi 챌amur 2x K창tip uykudan uyanmis, g철zleri mahmur 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, ele karisir? K창tibime siter eter faltu ne g체zel yarasir Uskadara is a little town in Turkey And in the old days, many women had male secretaries Oh, well, that's Turkey! ??sk체dar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum 2x Mendilimin i챌ine lokum doldurdum 2x They take a trip from Uskudara in the rain And on the way they fall in love He's wearing a stiff collar In a full dress suit She looks at him longingly through her veil And casually feeds him candy Oh, those Turks ! K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir 2x |
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from Eartha Kitt - Heavenly Eartha (2002)
I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap
I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer And I'm the person to whom they say, "You're sweet, my dear," The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass And the closest I've been to a bar is at ballet class Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks it's level I want to go to the devil I want to be evil, I want to spit tacks I want to be evil and cheat at jacks I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies I want to be mean and throw mud pies I want to wake up in the morning With that dark brown taste I want to see some dissipation in my face I want to be evil, I want to be mad But more than that, I want to be bad I want to be evil and trump an ace Just to see my partner's face I want to be nasty, I want to be cruel I want to be daring, I want to shoot pool and in the theatre, I want to change my seat Just so I can step on everybody's feet I want to be evil, I want to hurt flies I want to sing songs like the guy who cries I want to be horrid, I want to drink booze And whatever I've got, I'm eager to lose I want to be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be! |
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from Eartha Kitt - Heavenly Eartha (2002)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Eartha Kitt - Heavenly Eartha (2002)
Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true? Oh, I of course replied. ""Something here inside, cannot be denied"" They said someday you'll find, all who love are blind. When your heart's on fire. You must realize smoke gets in your eyes. So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed. To think they could doubt my love. Yet today, my love has flown away. I'm without my love. Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide. So I smile and say. ""When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."" |
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from Eartha Kitt - Heavenly Eartha (2002)
> 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 meets in secret rendezvous Some dame to tell his troubles to The heel He'll promise her most anything A sable coat, a diamond ring She'll find him out when its too late And all she'll get will be the date But while the dawn's a distant thing In his embrace her heart will sing A dizzy head will spin with lies And all too soon a woman cries The heel The neon lights that flash below Ignite my room with double glow And in the gloom I hear a laugh Its coming from his photograph I wring my hands and mop the floor And swear to even up the score But where a kitten cried tonight A panther waits to claw and bite The heel I dare not play my radio One more complaint and out I go I'm sick of playing solitaire The ace of spades is everywhere They'll be no sleep for me tonight The sheep I count are never white They all turn out to be jet black And who's the leader of the pack The heel At dawn I know he'll stagger in Demanding coffee black as sin And as I take it from the tin I'll slip a little powder in He'll look at me and start to cry And cross his heart and hope to die And mumble I know how you feel But I've been on a business deal The heel Then as the pot begins to perc. I know my plan will never work When he starts to drink it up I grab his hand and break the cup Its only jealousy I know That brought my thinking down so low Why must I wait for him and grieve Why don't I just pack up and leave The heel But now he's reeling on the stair I'll try to act like I don't care For in my heart's arithmetic I find it takes two heels to click We're in a web of love and hate Where it will end is up to fate I'll let him have his little flings I'll be the chewing gum that clings To the heel |
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from Something's Gotta Give (사랑할 때 버려야 할 아까운 것들) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (2003)
C'est si bon De partir n'im porte ou Bras desus bras dessous En chantant des chansons Ce'st si bon De se dir' desmots doux Des petite rien du tout Mais qui en dissent long C'est si bon Lovers say that in France When they thrill to romance It means that itt's so good C'est si bon So I say it to you Like the French people do Because it's oh, so good Every word, every sigh Every kiss, dear Leads to only one thought And it's this, dear Nothing else can replace Just your slightest embrace And if you only would be my own For the rest of my days I will whisper this phrase My darling, c'est si bon |
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from Something's Gotta Give (사랑할 때 버려야 할 아까운 것들) by Hans Zimmer [ost] (2003)
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Un Pierre, ou Paul, un Jacques, ou Tom Mais n'importe comment il se nomme S'il est un homme, homme, homme Je n'exige pas un ??? Qui s' ??? dans les salons Ni un type fort comme un Samson Pourvu que j'ai un «mate » un ??? Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un milliardaire Qu'il soit beau, non ca m'est egale Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un grand lumiere star du cinema, ni prince royal Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Doesn't have to be prince or movie-star A Texas oilman, or a French marquis Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture An ordinary guy is allright with me Je cherche un hommme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme |
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from Special Pops On Films (2004)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Martha Stewart Living Music: Jazz For The Holidays (2005)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it to you, Like the French people do, Because it's oh, so good. Every word, every sigh, Every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought, And it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
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 him yet. Please, Jacques, tell Louis, for me. [spoken] Hola, Jacques-- have you seen Louis? He's not come to see me in (French words) I've waited, and waited, in that cafe, down by the river. No, Jacques--- [more French!]. Please, Jacques, if you see Louis, tell him to come to me. I've tried, I can't forget-- I love him yet. Please, Jacques, tell Louis, for me. |
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Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Pierre, ou Paul, un Jacques, ou Tom Mais n'importe comment il se nomme S'il est un homme, homme, homme Je n'exige pas un ??? Qui s' ??? dans les salons Ni un type fort comme un Samson Pourvu que j'ai un «mate » un ??? Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un milliardaire Qu'il soit beau, non ca m'est egale Il n'a pas besoin d'etre un grand lumiere star du cinema, ni prince royal Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Doesn't have to be prince or movie-star A Texas oilman, or a French marquis Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture An ordinary guy is allright with me Je cherche un hommme, un homme, un homme Qu'il s'appelle Pierre, ou Paul, ou Tom Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
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 want an old fashioned car, a cerise Cadillac, Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll stay weaving at my loom, Be no trouble to my groom, If he'll keep the piles of money mounting. In our cottage there will be A soundproof nursery Not to wake the baby while I'm counting. I like the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me - Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh so pure and genteel. Watch me in Las Vegas while I'm at the spinning wheel! I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs: Two apartment buildings that are labeled 'Hers' and 'Hers'. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I like Chopin and Bizet And the songs of yesterday, String quartets and Polynesian carols. But the music that excels Is the sound of oil wells As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels. Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol, And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
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 cows are sleeping And the speckled trouts stop leaping upstream As we dream A far pink cloud hangs over the hill Unfolding like a rose If you hold my hand and sit real still You can hear the grass as it grows It's a hazy afternoon And I know a place that's quiet 'Cept for daisies running riot And there's no one passing by it to see Come spend this lazy afternoon with me |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
I used to fall
In love with all Those boys who call On young cuties But now I find I'm all inclined To keep my mind On my duties Since I've begun to share In such a sweet love affair Though I'm in love, I'm not above A date with a duke or a caddie It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows That my heart belongs to daddy When some good scout, invites me out To dine on some fine fin and haddie My baby's sure, his love is secure Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes I'm gonna marry daddy Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad If you feel romantic laddy Let me warn you right from the start That my heart belongs to daddy And my daddy belongs to my heart |
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from Eartha Kitt - Miss Kitt To You (2006)
Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true? Oh, I of course replied. ""Something here inside, cannot be denied"" They said someday you'll find, all who love are blind. When your heart's on fire. You must realize smoke gets in your eyes. So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed. To think they could doubt my love. Yet today, my love has flown away. I'm without my love. Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide. So I smile and say. ""When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."" |
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from 크리스마스의 추억 [ccm] (2006)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Christmas Hits (2007)
Santa baby, Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonignt Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Chirstmas list Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, One litte thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'X' on the line Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Chirstmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do beileve in you Lets see if you beileve in me Santa baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry~ tonight! |
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from The Golden Divas - 25 Classic Tracks (2008)
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 want an old fashioned car, a cerise Cadillac, Long enough to put a bowling alley in the back. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll stay weaving at my loom, Be no trouble to my groom, If he'll keep the piles of money mounting. In our cottage there will be A soundproof nursery Not to wake the baby while I'm counting. I like the old fashioned flowers, violets are for me - Have them made in diamonds by the man at Tiffany. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'm just a pilgrim at heart, oh so pure and genteel. Watch me in Las Vegas while I'm at the spinning wheel! I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I'll ask for such simple things when my birthday occurs: Two apartment buildings that are labeled 'Hers' and 'Hers'. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire. I like Chopin and Bizet And the songs of yesterday, String quartets and Polynesian carols. But the music that excels Is the sound of oil wells As they slurp, slurp, slurp into the barrels. Our little home will be quaint as an old parasol, And instead of carpets I'll have money wall to wall. I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence And an old fashioned millionaire |
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from The Golden Divas - 25 Classic Tracks (2008)
How would you like to be
Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true How would you like to be Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true |
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from Christmas With The Stars - 50 Favourite Carols & Songs (2008)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Mary's Boy Child - 24 Christmas Classics (2008)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
Pintor nacido en mi tierra
Con el pincel extranjero Pintor que sigues el rumbo De tantos pintores viejos Aunque la virgen sea blanca Pintale angelitos negros Que tambien se van al cielo Todos los negritos buenos Pintor si pintas con amor Por que desprecias su color? Si sabes que en el cielo Tambien los quiere Dios Pintor de santos alcoba Si tienes alma en el cuerpo Por que al pintar en tus cuadros Te olvidaste de los negros Siempre que pintas iglesias Pintas angelitos bellos Pero nunca te acordaste De pintar un angel negro |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it to you, Like the French people do, Because it's oh, so good. Every word, every sigh, Every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought, And it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
I've posed for pictures with Iv'ry Soap
I've petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer And I'm the person to whom they say, "You're sweet, my dear," The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass And the closest I've been to a bar is at ballet class Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased I'm tired of being pure and not chased Like something that seeks it's level I want to go to the devil I want to be evil, I want to spit tacks I want to be evil and cheat at jacks I want to be wicked, I want to tell lies I want to be mean and throw mud pies I want to wake up in the morning With that dark brown taste I want to see some dissipation in my face I want to be evil, I want to be mad But more than that, I want to be bad I want to be evil and trump an ace Just to see my partner's face I want to be nasty, I want to be cruel I want to be daring, I want to shoot pool and in the theatre, I want to change my seat Just so I can step on everybody's feet I want to be evil, I want to hurt flies I want to sing songs like the guy who cries I want to be horrid, I want to drink booze And whatever I've got, I'm eager to lose I want to be evil, little evil me Just as mean and evil as I can be! |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
I lost myself on a cool, damp night
I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe It makes me see what I want to see And be what I want to be When I think more than I want to think Do things I never should do I drink much more than I ought to drink Because it brings me back you Lilac wine is sweet and heady Like my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady Like my love Listen to me, I cannot see clearly Isn't that she, coming to me, nearly here Lilac wine is sweet and heady Where's my love Lilac wine, I feel unsteady Where's my love Listen to me, why is everything so hazy Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear Lilac wine, I feel unready for my love Feel unready, for my love |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
I used to fall
In love with all Those boys who call On young cuties But now I find I'm all inclined To keep my mind On my duties Since I've begun to share In such a sweet love affair Though I'm in love, I'm not above A date with a duke or a caddie It's just a pose, 'cause my baby knows That my heart belongs to daddy When some good scout, invites me out To dine on some fine fin and haddie My baby's sure, his love is secure Cause my heart belongs to daddy Yes my heart belongs to daddy So I simply couldn't be bad Yes I'm gonna marry daddy Da-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ad If you feel romantic laddy Let me warn you right from the start That my heart belongs to daddy And my daddy belongs to my heart |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
Santa Baby,
Just 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 baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa Baby, I want a yacht and really that's not A lot Been an angel all year Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey, One little thing I really need The deed To a platinum mine Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, And fill my stocking with a duplex And checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight Come and trim my Christmas tree With some decorations bought at Tiffany's I really do believe in you Lets see if you believe in me Santa Baby, Forgot to mention one little thing A ring I don't mean on the phone Santa Baby, So hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry down the chimney tonight Hurry...tonight |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
Smoke gets in your eyes
They asked me how I knew my true love was true? Oh, I of course replied. ""Something here inside, cannot be denied"" They said someday you'll find, all who love are blind. When your heart's on fire. You must realize smoke gets in your eyes. So I chaffed them and I gayly laughed. To think they could doubt my love. Yet today, my love has flown away. I'm without my love. Now laughing friends deride, tears I cannot hide. So I smile and say. ""When a lovely flame dies, smoke gets in your eyes."" |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
How would you like to be
Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true How would you like to be Down by the Seine with me Oh, what I'd give for a moment or two Under the bridges of Paris with you Darling, I'd hold you tight Far from the eyes of night Under the bridges of Paris with you I'd make your dreams come true |
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from Eartha Kitt - The Very Best Of Eartha Kitt (2009)
??sk체dar'a gider iken aldi da bir yagmur 2x
K창tibimin setresi uzun, etegi 챌amur 2x K창tip uykudan uyanmis, g철zleri mahmur 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, ele karisir? K창tibime siter eter faltu ne g체zel yarasir Uskadara is a little town in Turkey And in the old days, many women had male secretaries Oh, well, that's Turkey! ??sk체dar'a gider iken bir mendil buldum 2x Mendilimin i챌ine lokum doldurdum 2x They take a trip from Uskudara in the rain And on the way they fall in love He's wearing a stiff collar In a full dress suit She looks at him longingly through her veil And casually feeds him candy Oh, those Turks ! K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir K창tibimi arar iken yanimda buldum 2x K창tip benim, ben k창tibin, el ne karisir? K창tibime kolali da g철mlek ne g체zel yarasir 2x |
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from Unforgettable Hit Pops Vol.2 (2009)
C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it to you, Like the French people do, Because it's oh, so good. Every word, every sigh, Every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought, And it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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from If You Like Jazz...Vol. 01 (2009)
C'est si bon,
De partir n'im porte ou, Bras desus bras dessous, En chantant des chansons, Ce'st si bon, De se dir' desmots doux, Des petite rien du tout, Mais qui en dissent long. C'est si bon, Lovers say that in France, When they thrill to romance, It means that itt's so good. C'est si bon, So I say it to you, Like the French people do, Because it's oh, so good. Every word, every sigh, Every kiss, dear, Leads to only one thought, And it's this, dear, Nothing else can replace, Just your slightest embrace, And if you only would be my own, For the rest of my days, I will whisper this phrase, My darling, c'est si bon! |
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