Lyrics:
She'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on youSkin sweet with musky odourThe lady from another grinning soulCologne she'll wear. Silver and AmericardShe'll drive a beetle carAnd beat you down at cool CanastaAnd when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caressShe will be your living endShe'll come, she'll go. She'll lay belief on youBut she won't stake her life on youHow can life become her point of viewAnd when the clothes are strewn don't be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breast. Feel the love of her caressShe will be your living endShe will be your living endShe will be your living endShe will be your living endShe will be your living end