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 [repeat]