Harlynn wears a form fitting dress with golden jewelry and expensive furs, in the lounge, singing about her mobster lover

“Oh I knew it when I saw her face And heard that accent I can't quite place The way she speaks to me like smooth honey Why, by the time she was a-leavin, I felt like such a dummy I never even asked her name And I know it's all me to blame”

“I know she's bad It makes me glad That's why she's so damn good My heart starts to flutter When I speak I.. stutter I got it bad.. It must make her glad That's why she's so damn good”

“She's so bad But she's so damn good”