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 Not really 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, i'm leaving For that's my way