Fast Girl

She got a candy red Cadillac Coupe DeVille

Great big house on a great big hill

Big time needs big time friends

She wear you flat out then start all over again



She's a fast girl

She got a high tone way of gettin' real low down

Sometime she screams sometime she don't make a sound

She got homegrown tomatoes ripe on the vine

Gently takes your hand then drags you over the line



She's a fast girl you can see it in her face

In the way she moves she's all over the place

Body in motion brain in a whirl no bout a doubt it she's a fast girl



She got big red lips she give real good phone

Big pointed breasts filled with silicone

Never automatic she got manual drive

Know how to crash and burn and come through alive

She's a fast girl



Martinis and the smell of cigar smoke

Hangin' in the air till you're ready to choke

On life itself future and past

As long as it's big as long as it's fast

She's a fast girl



She's a midwest fundamental grew up in church

A Catholic girl on a lifelong search

For some kind of meaning that's big and fast



She's a fast girl you can see it in her face

In the way she moves she's all over the place

Body in motion brain in a whirl no bout a doubt it she's a fast girl

No bout a doubt it she's a fast girl



She's a fast girl she's a fast girl she's a fast girl