Lady Grinning Soul

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 She will be your living end She will be your living end She will be your living end… Ah Ah Ah Ah…