Speed Demon

Los Angeles, city of eternal night
The dream of a girl thirteen
Swirling cherry vanilla
What this jungle be Down is the skirt of a juvenile dream queen
Hot like an asphalt 7−11
Or maybe a suffragette
The hips sink?
The orb?
The face dripping Clearasil and cum
But by?
I knew I’d seen that face before
She raced
Quite like a speed demon yeah
Off into the night
She went
Quite like a speed demon
But she ain’t never coming back
She was a speed demon yeah
Talk about speed, baby