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 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