David Bowie - Lady Grinning Soul

Shell come, shell go. shell lay belief on you

Skin sweet with musky odour

The lady from another grinning soul

Cologne shell wear. silver and americard

Shell drive a beetle car

And beat you down at cool canasta

And when the clothes are strewn dont be afraid of the room

Touch the fullness of her breast. feel the love of her caress

She will be your living end

Shell come, shell go. shell lay belief on you

But she wont stake her life on you

How can life become her point of view

And when the clothes are strewn dont be afraid of the room

Touch the fullness 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

She will be your living end

She will be your living end