David BowieDirty Song

If a womans hips are ample Then I want her in the hay Skirt and stocking all a rample Cheerfully For that's my way If the woman bites in pleasure Then I wipe it clean with hay My mouth, her lap together Not really For that's my way If a woman goes on loving When I feel to tired to play I'd smile and go off waving, I'm leaving For that's my way
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