Eartha Kitt

I'd like to tell a little story Thats been told time and time again About the foolish men who chased me My discarded men They used to tell me they loved me But I knew better than them I'd find them looking around the corner My discarded men Piercing

"Lilac Wine" I lost myself on a cool damp night I gave myself in that misty light Was hypnotized by a strange delight Under a lilac tree I made wine from the lilac tree Put my heart in its recipe It makes me see what I want to see And be what I