She'll come, she'll go. 
She'll lay belief on you 
Skin sweet with musky oil 
The lady from another grinning soul 
 
Cologne she'll wear. Silver and Americard 
She'll drive a beetle car 
And beat you down at cool Canasta 
 
And when the clothes are strewn 
don't be afraid 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'll lay belief on you 
But she won't stake her life on you 
How can life become  
her point of view 
 
And when the clothes are strewn  
don't be afraid of the room 
Touch the fullness of her breast.  
Feel the love of her caress 
She will be your living end [repeat]