She’ll come, she’ll go 
She’ll lay belief in you
Skin sweet with musky oil
The lady from another grinning soul
Cologne she'll wear, 
Silver and America
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 full! 
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 full! 
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
Uh, uh, uh, uh!