you got crazy legs
you got amazin' hair
you got rings on your fingers
and your hair's hot red
you got wit from my tongue
name on the sun
i got you goin' to my breast
'cause you're
the only one
who uses school for pleasure
you make me act real gone
you make me troll along
i have to ravish your capsule
suck you dry
feel the teeth in your bones
you give head with my own
i give
up, i'm your whore
[ . . . ]
here all together
velvet goldmine
you stroke me like the rain
snake it, take it
but the princess you must stay
velvet goldmine
naked on your chain
i'll be your king volcano
writhe for you again and again
my velvet goldmine
you're my tricks, my trip
i'll be your masters yet
i'll chop your hair off for kicks
you'll make me jump to my feet
so when you give me your hand, give me your sound
let my sea wash your face
i'm
fallin', i can't stand
put your mink on
velvet goldmine
you stroke me like the rain
snake it, take it
but the princess you must stay
velvet goldmine
naked on your chain
i'll be your king volcano
writhe for you again and again
my velvet go
ldmine
David Bowie,
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