In old Savannah, I said Savannah, The weather there is nice and warm! The climates of a southern brand, But here's what I don't understand: They got a gal there, a pretty gal there, Who's colder than an arctic storm, Got a heart just like a stone, Even ice men leave her alone!
They call her hard hearted Hannah, The vamp of Savannah, The meanest gal in town; Leather is tough, but Hannah's heart is tougher, She's a gal who loves to see men suffer! To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em, Is her delight, they say, I saw her at the seashore with a great big pan, There was Hannah pouring water on a drowning man! She's hard hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah!
They call her hard hearted Hannah, The vamp of Savannah, The meanest gal in town; Talk of your cold, refrigeratin' mamas, Brother, she's a polar bear's pajamas! To tease 'em, and thrill 'em, to torture and kill 'em, Is her delight, they say, An evening spent with Hannah sittin' on your knees, Is like travelin' through Alaska in your bvds. She's hard hearted Hannah, the vamp of Savannah!
Can you imagine a woman as cold as Hannah She's got the right name, the vamp of Savannah Any time a woman can take a great big pan And start pouring water on a drownin' man She's hard hearted Hannah The vamp of Savannah
Ohh she's sweet as sour milkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
