Lady Grinning Soul
David Bowie
She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky odour The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear Silver and Americard She'll drive a beetle car And beat you at the cool canasta And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid, ai - aid of the room Touch the fulness 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 I become her point of view ? And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afraid, ai - aid of the room Touch the fulness 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