her hair is harlow gold her lips sweet surprise her hands are never cold she's got bette davis eyes she'll turn the music on you you won't have to think twice she's pure as new york snow 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 she's got greta garbo stand-off sighs she's got bette davis eyes i want to dance. so true funny how it seems always in time, but never in line for dreams head over heels, when toe to toe this is the sound of my soul this is the sound i bought a ticket to the world but now i've come back again why do i find it hard to write the next line when i want the truth to be said i know this much is true i want badly to dance. on other notes, i bought a nice black + white summer dress today. and a pair of ($500) shoes. because i have too much money and not a hecik of a lot to do with it. i'm going to burn a CD and dance to it when i get the chance. planning on a trip. will dance then. finally. it would never work out like that, though. hm. contemplative. anyway. dinner