She'll come, she'll go,
she'll lay belief on you,
skin sweet with musky oil,
the lady from another grinning soul
Cologne she'll wear,
silver and Americard,
she'll drive a beetle car,
and beat you down at cool Canasta.
And when the clothes are strewn,
don't be afraid of the room,
touch the fullness of her breast,
feel the love of her caress,
she will be your living end.
She'll come, she'll go,
she'll lay belief on you,
but she won't stake her life on you
how can life become a point of view?
And when the clothes are strewn,
don't be afraid of the room,
touch the fullness of her breast,
feel the love of her caress,
she will be your living end.
She will be your living end.
she will be your living end.
she will be your living end.
she will be your living end.
Ah
Ah
