She Shook Me Cold
(Bowie)
Produced by Tony Visconti
David Bowie: vocals, guitar
Mick Ronson: guitar
Tony Visconti: bass
Mick Woodmansey: drums
Ralph Mace: synthesizer
We met upon a hill,
the night was cool & still
She sucked my dormant will
Mother, she blew my brain.
I will go back again
My God, she shook my cold.
I had no time to spare,
I grabbed her golden hair
And threw her to the ground.
Father, she caved.
Oh Lord, the things she said
My God, she should be told.
I was very smart,
broke the gentle hearts
Of many young virgins
I was quick on the ball,
left them so lonely
They'd just give up trying.
Then she took my head, smashed it up,
Kept my young blood rising,
Crushed me mercilessly,
kept me going around
So she don't know how I crave her so
I'll give me love in vain,
to reach that peak again
We met upon a hill
Mother, she blew my brain.
I will go back again
My God, she shook me cold.
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