Ne znam kako je sa vama , ali mene je jedno vreme, u osamdasetim, opsedala ova pesma, iako nisam bila fan mainstream sounda. Da li je to taj ritam koji zove da igraš, sintisajzer, bubnjevi, egzotičan i "masan" tekst, taj seksi, raspy glas Kim Carnes, koja na momente zazvuči kao Rod Stjuart, žensko otelotvorenje, ili kao Blondi, Boni Tajler i Pet Benatar smiksane zajedno...?
Bile su '80-te, tako dekadentne i pune izobilja, hedonizma i bezbrižnosti u odnosu na ovo danas. Ili sam bila jednostavno mlada, i nisam se osvrtala na sve ružno, u svetu, i oko mene.
Her hair is Harlow gold,
Her lips 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 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 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 got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you
Roll you like you were dice
Until you come out 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 ferocious
And she knows just what it
Takes to make a pro blush
All the boys Think she's a spy,
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
All the boys Think she's a spy,
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll tease you
She'll unease you
Just to please you
She's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you
When she snows you
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Hypnotic, isn't it?