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 was at ballet class
Prim and proper, the girl who's never been kissed
I'm tired of being pure and not chased
Like something that seeks it's level
I wanna go to the devil
I wanna be evil, I wanna spit tacks
I wanna be evil and cheat at jacks
I wanna be wicked, I wanna tell lies
I wanna be mean and throw mud pies
I want to wake up in the morning
With that dark brown taste
I wanna see some dissipation in my face
I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad
But more than that, I wanna be bad
I wanna be evil and trump an ace
Just to see my partner's face
I wanna be nasty, I wanna be cruel
I wanna be daring, I wanna shoot pool
And in the theatre, I want to change my seat
Just so I can step on everybody's feet
I wanna be evil, I wanna hurt flies
I wanna sing songs like the guy who cries
I wanna be horrid, I wanna drink booze
And whatever I've got, I am eager to lose
I wanna be evil, little evil me
Just as mean and evil as I can be
Eartha Kitt - Platinum & Gold Collection Album Lyrics
Eartha Kitt - Platinum & Gold Collection Lyrics
Writer: Raymond Taylor, Lester Judson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Mountain High, Valley Low
If you need me I will be nearby
Mountain high, valley low
My love follows you until the last
Lightening fast, turtle slow
Journey to the north star
South winds blow my thoughts to you
If you need me I will be near by
Mountain high, valley low
I'll be with you though our fortune sway
Lantern gay, willow sad
Spring will stroll out meadow everyday
Winter gray, summer glad
When your hair turns snow-white
You will find me by your side
I'll be with you though I'll fortune sway
Lantern gay, willow sad
If you need me I will be nearby
Mountain high, valley low
My love follows you until the last
Lightening fast, turtle slow
Go in search of new moons
Dreams will bridge the skies to you
If you need me I will be nearby
Lantern gay, willow sad, valley low
Mountain high
Mountain high, valley low
My love follows you until the last
Lightening fast, turtle slow
Journey to the north star
South winds blow my thoughts to you
If you need me I will be near by
Mountain high, valley low
I'll be with you though our fortune sway
Lantern gay, willow sad
Spring will stroll out meadow everyday
Winter gray, summer glad
When your hair turns snow-white
You will find me by your side
I'll be with you though I'll fortune sway
Lantern gay, willow sad
If you need me I will be nearby
Mountain high, valley low
My love follows you until the last
Lightening fast, turtle slow
Go in search of new moons
Dreams will bridge the skies to you
If you need me I will be nearby
Lantern gay, willow sad, valley low
Mountain high
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Just An Old-Fashioned Girl
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
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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Long Gone
Pops, did you hear the story of long John Dean?
Not yet drummer
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jail house yesterday
But late last night he made his getaway
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
Long John stood on the railroad tie
Waitin' for freight train to come by
Freight train came by puffin' and flyin'
Oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
Long gone John from Bowlin' Green
They caught him in Frisco to seal his fate
At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late
But out on the ocean, John did escape
'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
While they offered a reward to bring him back
Even put bloodhounds on his track
Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent
Now nobody knows where John went
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
A gang of men tried to capture Dean
So they chased him with a submarine
Dean jumped overboard and grabbed the submarine
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine
He's long gone from Kentucky
A long gone, that boy's lucky?
A long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
He's long gone, I said from Kentucky
Long gone, hmm that boy's lucky
Long gone, yeah he's got nothing in the head
Long gone, long gone
Not yet drummer
A bold bank robber from Bowlin' Green
Was sent to the jail house yesterday
But late last night he made his getaway
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
Long John stood on the railroad tie
Waitin' for freight train to come by
Freight train came by puffin' and flyin'
Oughta seen long John grabbin' that blind
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
Long gone John from Bowlin' Green
They caught him in Frisco to seal his fate
At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late
But out on the ocean, John did escape
'Cause the guards forgot to close the Golden Gate
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
While they offered a reward to bring him back
Even put bloodhounds on his track
Those doggone bloodhounds lost his scent
Now nobody knows where John went
He was long gone from Kentucky
Long gone, ain't he lucky?
Long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
A gang of men tried to capture Dean
So they chased him with a submarine
Dean jumped overboard and grabbed the submarine
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine
He's long gone from Kentucky
A long gone, that boy's lucky?
A long gone, what I mean
A long gone John from Bowlin' Green
He's long gone, I said from Kentucky
Long gone, hmm that boy's lucky
Long gone, yeah he's got nothing in the head
Long gone, long gone
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Heel
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 slammed 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 it's too late,
And all she gets will be a date!
But while the dawn's a distant thing,
In his embrace her heart will sing;
Her 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 room I hear a laugh,
It's coming from his photograph!
I ring my hands and walk the floor,
And swear to even up the score!
For 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!
There'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 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 perk,
I know my plan will never work!
But when he starts to drink it up,
I'll grab his hand and break the cup!
It's 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 no he's really 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 fling;
I'll be the chewing gum that clings
To the heel!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Is on the town and I'm alone;
In his blue suit and his new tie
He slammed 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 it's too late,
And all she gets will be a date!
But while the dawn's a distant thing,
In his embrace her heart will sing;
Her 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 room I hear a laugh,
It's coming from his photograph!
I ring my hands and walk the floor,
And swear to even up the score!
For 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!
There'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 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 perk,
I know my plan will never work!
But when he starts to drink it up,
I'll grab his hand and break the cup!
It's 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 no he's really 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 fling;
I'll be the chewing gum that clings
To the heel!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Writer: ALBERT ASKEW BEACH, LEO ALBERT C.A. FERRE, WILLARD ROBISON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Dinner For One Please James
Dinner for one please, James
The Madame will not be dining
Yes, you may bring the wine in
Love plays such funny games
Dinner for one please, James
Close Madame's room, we've parted
Please, don't look so downhearted
Love plays such funny games
Seems my best friend told her of another
I had no chance to deny
You know there has never been another
Someday she'll find out the lie
Maybe she's not to blame
Leave me with silent hours
No, don't move her favorite flowers
Dinner for one please, James
Maybe she's not to blame
Leave me with silent hours
No, don't move her favorite flowers
Dinner for one please, James
The Madame will not be dining
Yes, you may bring the wine in
Love plays such funny games
Dinner for one please, James
Close Madame's room, we've parted
Please, don't look so downhearted
Love plays such funny games
Seems my best friend told her of another
I had no chance to deny
You know there has never been another
Someday she'll find out the lie
Maybe she's not to blame
Leave me with silent hours
No, don't move her favorite flowers
Dinner for one please, James
Maybe she's not to blame
Leave me with silent hours
No, don't move her favorite flowers
Dinner for one please, James
Writer: MICHAEL CARR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Beale Street Blues
I've seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven wonders of the world I've seen,
And many are the places I have been,
Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns,
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs,
You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled,
You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk,
Married men would have to take their beds and walk,
Except one or two who never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there than any place I know,
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by,
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by,
Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I've strolled the Prado, I've gambled on the Bourse;
The seven wonders of the world I've seen,
And many are the places I have been,
Take my advice, folks, and see Beale Street first!
You'll see pretty browns in beautiful gowns,
You'll see tailor-mades and hand-me-downs,
You'll meet honest men, and pick-pockets skilled,
You'll find that business never ceases 'til somebody gets killed!
If Beale Street could talk, if Beale Street could talk,
Married men would have to take their beds and walk,
Except one or two who never drink booze,
And the blind man on the corner singing "Beale Street Blues!"
I'd rather be there than any place I know,
I'd rather be there than any place I know,
It's gonna take a sergeant for to make me go!
I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by,
Yes, I'm goin' to the river, maybe by and by,
Because the river's wet, and Beale Street's done gone dry!
Writer: WILLIAM CHRISTOPHER HANDY, LUTHER HENDERSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BRASSWORKS MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BRASSWORKS MUSIC
Do You Remember?
I can hear you sighin'
Sayin' you'll stay beside me
Why must it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
On the beach we're sitting
Huggin', squeezin', kissin'
Why must it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When I'm sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Guess you will be stayin'
So let it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When I'm sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Guess you will be stayin'
So let it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
Sayin' you'll stay beside me
Why must it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
On the beach we're sitting
Huggin', squeezin', kissin'
Why must it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When I'm sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Guess you will be stayin'
So let it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
When I'm sleep at night babaa
I feel those moments of ecstasy
When you sleep at night babaa
I wonder do I creep into your dreams
Or could it be I sleep alone in my fantasy
Oh, love is so amazing
Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah
Guess you will be stayin'
So let it be
That you always creep
Into my dreams
In my dreams
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Memphis Blues
Folks, I've just been down
Down to Memphis town
That's where the people smile
Smile on you all the while
Hospitality
They were good to me
I couldn't spend a dime
And had the grandest time
I went out a-dancing with a Tennessee dear
They had a fella there named Handy
With a band you should hear
And while the dancers gently swayed
All the band boys played
Real harmony
I never will forget
The tune that Handy called the Memphis Blues
They got a fiddler there
That always slickens his hair
And folks, he sure does pull some bow
And when the big bassoon
Seconds to the trombones croon
It moans just like a sinner on revival day
Hear me people, hear me people, hear me I pray
I'm gonna take a million lessons 'til I learn how to play
Because I seem to hear it yet
Simply can't forget that blues refrain
There's nothing like the Handy band
That played the Memphis blues so grand
That melancholy strain
Ever haunting refrain
Is like a morning sorrow song
Here comes the very part
That wraps it's spell around my heart
I can't forget the tune
That Handy called the Memphis Blues
I can't forget the tune
That Handy called the Memphis Blues
Down to Memphis town
That's where the people smile
Smile on you all the while
Hospitality
They were good to me
I couldn't spend a dime
And had the grandest time
I went out a-dancing with a Tennessee dear
They had a fella there named Handy
With a band you should hear
And while the dancers gently swayed
All the band boys played
Real harmony
I never will forget
The tune that Handy called the Memphis Blues
They got a fiddler there
That always slickens his hair
And folks, he sure does pull some bow
And when the big bassoon
Seconds to the trombones croon
It moans just like a sinner on revival day
Hear me people, hear me people, hear me I pray
I'm gonna take a million lessons 'til I learn how to play
Because I seem to hear it yet
Simply can't forget that blues refrain
There's nothing like the Handy band
That played the Memphis blues so grand
That melancholy strain
Ever haunting refrain
Is like a morning sorrow song
Here comes the very part
That wraps it's spell around my heart
I can't forget the tune
That Handy called the Memphis Blues
I can't forget the tune
That Handy called the Memphis Blues
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
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
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt our love
Yet today, my love has flown away
I am 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,"
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
Oh, when your heart's on fire
You must realize
Smoke gets in your eyes
So I chaffed them, and I gaily laughed
To think they could doubt our love
Yet today, my love has flown away
I am 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,"
Writer: Otto Harbach, Jerome Kern
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Santa Baby
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 fella's that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you 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 the 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 Tiffanys
I really do believe in you
Let's 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
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 fella's that I haven't kissed
Next year I could be just as good
If you 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 the 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 Tiffanys
I really do believe in you
Let's 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
Writer: Joan Javits, Philip Springer, Tony Springer
Copyright: Lyrics © TAMIR MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © TAMIR MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
The Day That the Circus Left Town
I waved to the man with the golden baton
And I waved through the rain falling down;
And I waved till the last of the music was gone
The day that the circus left town
My heart still recalls when it seems to my mind
That my heart only knows how to frown
How my heart almost broke when they left me behind
The day that the circus left town
I asked for a job doing anything
Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
But the man said they didn't have anything
And turned me away, turned me away!
And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
And away went my beautiful clown;
And away went my very last day as a child
The day that the circus left town
I asked for a job doing anything
Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
But the man said they didn't have anything
And turned me away, turned me away!
And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
And away went my beautiful clown;
And away went my very last day as a child
The day that the circus left town
And I waved through the rain falling down;
And I waved till the last of the music was gone
The day that the circus left town
My heart still recalls when it seems to my mind
That my heart only knows how to frown
How my heart almost broke when they left me behind
The day that the circus left town
I asked for a job doing anything
Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
But the man said they didn't have anything
And turned me away, turned me away!
And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
And away went my beautiful clown;
And away went my very last day as a child
The day that the circus left town
I asked for a job doing anything
Feed the elephants, carry water, anything!
But the man said they didn't have anything
And turned me away, turned me away!
And away went the lions and the tigers so wild
And away went my beautiful clown;
And away went my very last day as a child
The day that the circus left town
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
This album is a compilation album of original recordings from
March 12, 1953 - December 9, 1957, from famous torch singer Eartha Kitt.
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Performed By:
Eartha KittMarch 12, 1953 - December 9, 1957, from famous torch singer Eartha Kitt.
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Genre(s): Traditional Pop, Vocal Pop
Length: 38:45
Released: September 9th, 2003
Year: 2003