| @KMIDI KARAOKE FILE@LENGL@T< Lady Grinning Soul >@T< David Bowie >@T< Synchro: François ~ Mees >
Lady Grinning Soul: David Bowie
Synchro: François ~ Mees
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 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~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~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.
She will be your living end.
[Kar*François*Mees*] |
