Her hair is Harlow gold Her lips are 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 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's standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes Bette Davis eyes Bette Davis eyes Bette Davis eyes She'll let you take her home It whets her appetite She'll lay you on the 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 Bette Davis eyes Bette Davis eyes Bette Davis 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

Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer Take second best Put me to the test Things on your chest You need to confess I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus... Feeling unknown And you're all alone Flesh and bone By the telephone Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer I will deliver You know I'm a forgiver Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith

Bueno chicos Prepárense, para hacer este bolero Ah, ah, ah Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields, forever Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone but it's all works out It doesn't matter much to me Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Fields) Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry fields, forever No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you can't, you know, tune in but it's all right That is I think it's not too bad (Think it's not too bad) Let me take you down 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields (Strawberry Fields) Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields, forever Strawberry Fields, forever Strawberry Fields, forever Hmmm (Aaaah) Hmmm

Vogue (vogue, vogue) Vogue (vogue, vogue) Strike a pose Strike a pose Vogue (vogue, vogue) Vogue (vogue, vogue) Vogue (vogue, vogue) Vogue (vogue, vogue) Beautiful Life's a ball, so Get up on the dance floor Vogue Let your body move to the music (move to the music) Hey, hey, hey Come on, vogue Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow) You know you can do it Come on, vogue (vogue) Let your body groove to the music (groove to the music) Hey, hey, hey Come on, vogue (vogue) Let your body go with the flow (go with the flow) You know you can do it, do it Greta Garbo, and Monroe Dietrich and DiMaggio Marlon Brando, Jimmy Dean On the cover of a magazine Grace Kelly, Harlow, Jean Picture of a beauty queen Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire Ginger Rogers, dance on air They had style, they had grace Rita Hayworth gave good face Lauren, Katharine, Lana too Bette Davis, we love you Ladies with an attitude Fellas that were in the mood Don't just stand there, let's get to it Strike a pose, there's nothing to it Vogue Vogue Vogue Vogue Pose Vogue Pose Vogue Vogue Pose Vogue Pose Vogue Vogue Vogue Move to the music Vogue Go with the flow Move to the music Go with the flow Move to the music