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 her 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...
David Bowie
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