The Dirty Song - David Bowie

If a womans hips are ample

Then I want her in the hay

Skirt and stocking all a rample

Cheerfully

For thats my way

If the woman bites in pleasure

Then I wipe it clean with hay

My mouth, her lap together

Not really

For thats my way

If a woman goes on loving

When I feel to tired to play

Id smile and go off waving, Im leaving

For thats my way