David Bowie

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