David Bowie
She Shook Me
We met upon a hill
The night was cool and still
She sucked my dormant will
Mother, she blew my brain
I will go back again
My god, she shook me cold

I had no time to spare
I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground
Father, she caved my head
Oh Lord, the things she said
My god, she should be told

I was very smart
Broken gentle hearts of many young virgins
I was quick on the ball
Left them so lonely they'd just give up trying
And she took my head
Smashed it up
Left my young blood rising
Crushed me mercilessly
Left me going around so she don't know I crave her so

I'll give me love in vain
To reach that peak again
Even upon a hill
Mother, she blew my brain
I will go back again
My god, she shook me cold