David BowieShe Shook Me Cold

We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still She sucked my dormant will Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair And threw her to the ground Father, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said My God, she should be told I was very smart, broke the gentle hearts Of many young virgins I was quick on the ball, left them so lonely They'd just give up trying Then she took my head, smashed it up Kept my young blood rising Crushed me mercilessly, kept me going around So she didn't know I crave her so-o-o I'll give my love in vain, to reach that peak again We met upon a hill Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again My God, she shook me cold
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