Lady Grinning Soul - Anna Calvi

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 afraid 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 afraid 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