INTRO: She'll come, she'll go She'll lay belief on you Skin sweet with musky odour The lady from another grinning soul Cologne she'll wear Silver and American She'll drive a Beatle car And beat you down at cool Canasta And when the clothes are strewn Don't be afrai-ai-aid 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 afrai-ai-aid 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