Letra de 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 girlShe 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 And drags you over the lineShe'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 boubt adout it She's a fast girlShe got big red lips She give real good phone Big pointed breast Filled with silicone Never automatic She got manual drive Knows how to crash and burn And come through it alive She's a fast girlMartinis and the smell Of cigar smoke Hanging 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 girlShe's a Midwest fundamental Grew up in church Catholic girl On a lifetime search For some kind of meaning That's big and fast Don't need it deep Don't need it to lastShe's a fast girl You can see it in her face In the way she moves She's all over the place Fast girlShe'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 boubt adout it She's a fast girlNo boubt adout it She's a fast girl