Cigarette holder which wigs me, over her shoulder, she digs me,
Out catting, that Satin Doll.
Baby shall we go out skippin', careful amigo, you're flipping,
Speaks Latin, that Satin Doll.
She's nobody's fool, so I'm playing it cool as can be,
I'll give it a whirl, but I ain't for no girl catching me,
Telephone numbers, well you know, doing my rhumbas with uno,
And that `n' my Satin Doll.
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