David Bowie - Dirty Song lyrics

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

Thoroughly

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, Amiably

For that's my way