Marlene Dietrich - You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak) Lyrics
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You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak)
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What Are The Lyrics For You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak) By Marlene Dietrich?
All I do, is dine with'm
And split a pint of wine with'm Respectable as can be Yet here's what they say to me You've got that look That look that leaves me weak You with your eyes across the table technique You've got that look That look between the lines You with your let's get more than friendly designs I should be brave and say, "Let's have no more of it"! But oh what's the use when you know, I love it! You'll only kill my will before I speak So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak You've got that look That look that leaves me weak You with your eyes across the table technique You got that look That look between the lines You with your let's get more than friendly designs I should be brave and say, "Let's have no more of it"! But oh what's the use when you know, I love it! You'll only kill my will before I speak So turn on that low left hook that look that leaves me weak! |
Who Wrote You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak) By Marlene Dietrich?
Frank Loesser, Frederick Hollander
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What's The Duration Of The You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak) By Marlene Dietrich?The duration of You've Got That Look (That Leaves Me Weak) is 2:40 minutes and seconds. |
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