My Discarded Men - 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 eyes with a vension 
Tell them to count to ten
They'd bribe me with their diamonds
My discarded men

Telephone calls in the evening
They'd drive me round the bend
Cavayar champagne and roses 
From my discarded men

Chased me after a fashion 
I could never pretend
No substitute for passion 
My discarded men 

You think you can thrill me
Ha Ha Ha 
You can think again
Watch out or you might become
One of my discarded men 

(Whisteling)

I'd like to dress up in sequins
And treat myself now and then 
Perhaps I'll give a little favor 
To one of my discarded men

Ha Ha Ha
You think you can win me
And be my special friend
Just take a tip from the others 
Grrrrrrr
My discarded men

(whisteling and laughing)

My discarded men

(laughing)