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
Baixar Mais Tocadas: Eartha Kitt clipes
C’est si bon, / De partir n’importe où, / Bras dessus bras dessous, / En chantant des chansons,
I’ve posed for pictures with Iv’ry Soap / I’ve petted stray dogs, and shied clear of dope / (I’ve petted stray dogs, and I never mope) / My smile is brilliant, my glance is tender
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, un homme, un homme
I don’t wanna be alon, 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?
Santa baby, just slip a sable under the tree, for me / I’ve been an awful good girl / Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight / Santa baby, a fifty-four convertible too, light blue