David BowieDirty Song

If a womans hips are ampleThen I want her in the haySkirt and stocking all a rampleCheerfullyFor that’s my wayIf the woman bites in pleasureThen I wipe it clean with hayMy mouth, her lap togetherNot reallyFor that’s my wayIf a woman goes on lovingWhen I feel to tired to playI’d smile and go off waving, I’m leavingFor that’s my way
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