She ain't as beautiful as me, but she's as beautiful as she can be

She ain't as cold as she want but she wants it to boil

She ain't as cold as she can be, don't you see

It takes a fast mind to figure out, what's on this whole earth this is all about

Let 'em ride for a while, let 'em wonder, oh

Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how



She's got a bent belt by her side

She's got that donkey paralyzed

She's got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sins

She's got a garagedoor where you've got lies

She's got a lifeline by her side

She's got a woman paralyzed

She's got a much elder husband than god's son himself

She's got a bagage full of hope and knives

Na! Get down!



She's selling basses down a "backstreet stair"

Just down the alley where there's nothin' but air

And the birds took brake, 'round 1968

She's selling basses in a "backstreet stair"

She took me down when just couldn't get ahead

She took my soul when I choosed laughter instead

Let me ride for a while let me wonder, oh

How it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how



She's got a bent belt?