She'll come, she'll go
She'll lay belief on you
Skin sweet with musky oil
The lady from another grinning soulCologne she'll wear
Silver and Americard
She'll drive a beetle car
And beat you down at cool CanastaAnd 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 endShe'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 viewAnd when the clothes are strewn
Don't be afraid of the room
Touch the fullness of her breast
Feel the love of her caressShe 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
Songwriters
DAVID BOWIEPublished by
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