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Her hair's a hallowed gold, her lips sweet surprise.
Her hands are never cold.
She's got Betty Davis eyes, a ton of music on you.
You won't have to think twice.
She's pure as New York snow.
Her hair's a hallowed gold, her lips sweet surprise.
Her hands are never cold.
She's got Betty Davis eyes, a ton of music on you.
You won't have to think twice.
She's pure as New York snow.