Even back in the '60s, when she was a pop star with a famous father, a sassy persona and a handful of kitschy, kick-ass hit songs, Sinatra embodied an intriguing mixture of good-girl conformity and bad-girl rebelliousness. One moment she was demurely singing Somethin' Stupid on TV variety shows with her dad; the next she was threatening to walk all over a lover with thigh-high boots, or drowsily invoking Euripides' sexually twisted Phaedra character in her disturbing duet with Lee Hazlewood, Some Velvet Morning.
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