We met upon a hill, the night was cool and still
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She sucked my dormant will
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Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
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My God, she shook me cold
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I had no time to spare, I grabbed her golden hair
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And threw her to the ground
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Father, she craved my head, Oh Lord, the things she said
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My God, she should be told
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I was very smart, broke the gentle hearts
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Of many young virgins
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I was quick on the ball, left them so lonely
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They'd just give up trying
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Then she took my head, smashed it up
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Kept my young blood rising
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Crushed me mercilessly, kept me going around
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So she didn't know I crave her so-o-o
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I'll give my love in vain, to reach that peak again
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We met upon a hill
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Mother, she blew my brain, I will go back again
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My God, she shook me cold
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She Shook Me Cold
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| David Bowie |
