Sunday, February 1, 2009

Girly songs

Just got introduced to these nice girly songs by my friend.... 8-O lol


Eartha Kitt

I Want To Be Evil



Just An Old Fashioned Girl



Je cherche un homme




I Want To Be Evil
Eartha Kitt

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
But I'm noted most for my unspoiled gender


I've been made Miss Reingold, though I never touch beer,
(I've been named Miss Perseverance year after year,)*
And I'm the person to whom they say, "Your sweet, My Dear."
The only etchings I've seen have been behind glass,
And the closest I've been to a bar, is at ballet class.

Prim and proper, the girl who's never been cased,
I'm tired of being pure and not chased.
Like something that seeks it's level
I wanna go to the devil.

Refrain
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 want to see some dissipation in my face
I wanna be evil, I wanna be mad
But more that 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
(I want to be horrid, I want to make news)*
And whatever I've got I'm eager to lose

I wanna be evil, little evil me
Just as mean and evil as I can be


Just An Old Fashioned Girl
Eartha Kitt

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 enhough 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 appartment buildings that are labelled '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 Polonesian 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 carpet I'll have money wall to wall.
I want an old fashioned house, with an old fashioned fence
And an old fashioned millionaire.

Je Cherche Un Homme

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Un Pierre, un Paul, un Jacques ou Tom
Peu m'importe comment il se nomme
S'il est un homme, un homme, un homme

Je n'exige pas un Apollon
Qui sait briller dans les salons
Ni un type fort comme un Samson
Pourvu que j'aie un mate un bon

Il n'a pas besoin d'?tre un milliardaire
Qu'il soit beau, non, ?a m'est ?gal
Il n'a pas besoin d'?tre une grande lumi?re
Star du cin?ma ni prince royal

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre ou Paul ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

Doesn't have to be prince or movie star
A Texas oil man or a french marquis
Doesn't have to be handsome as a picture
An ordinary guy's all right with me

Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Qu'il s'appelle Pierre ou Paul ou Tom
Pourvu qu'il donne son maximum
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme
Je cherche un homme, un homme, un homme

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