She'll come
She'll go
She lays belief on you
Skin sweet wood musky on
The lady from another grinning soul
Colonge she wears, silver in a merry cart
She drives a beatle car
And beats you down at cool centestor
And when the close us through
Dont be afriad 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 lays belief on you
But she wont stick a life on you
How can life become her point of view
And when the close us through
Dont be afriad 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...

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