Eartha Kitt : My Discarded Men Id like to tell a little story Thats been told time and time again About the foolish men who chased me My discarded men They used to tell me they loved me But I knew better than them Id find them looking around the corner My discarded men Piercing eyes with a vension Tell them to count to ten Theyd bribe me with their diamonds My discarded men Telephone calls in the evening Theyd drive me round the bend Cavayar champagne and roses From my discarded men Chased me after a fashion I could never pretend No substitute for passion My discarded men You think you can thrill me Ha Ha Ha You can think again Watch out or you might become One of my discarded men (Whisteling) Id like to dress up in sequins And treat myself now and then Perhaps Ill give a little favor To one of my discarded men Ha Ha Ha You think you can win me And be my special friend Just take a tip from the others Grrrrrrr My discarded men (whisteling and laughing) My discarded men (laughing)
Posted on: Mon, 10 Nov 2014 01:40:40 +0000
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