Lady Grinning Soul
She'll come, she'll goShe'll lay belief on youSkin sweet with musky oilThe lady from another grinning soul
Cologne she'll wearSilver and AmericardShe'll drive a Beetle carAnd beat you down at cool Canasta
And when the clothes are strewnDon't be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breastFeel the love of her caressShe will be your living end
She'll come, she'll goShe'll lay belief on youBut she won't stake her life on youHow can life become her point of view?
And when the clothes are strewnDon't be afraid of the roomTouch the fullness of her breastFeel the love of her caressShe will be your living end