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 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