Scarlet
I met a girl who had tats on her tits/ she had smoke in her lungs and Pabst on her lips/ she would joke just for fun, and was glad when I grinned/ she spoke of the Sun, the Stars and the Wind/ she said love is a word and sex is a passion/ a hug can heal wounds while a kiss can bring magic/ but a lasting relationship was last on her list/ she was in the fast lane, as fast as it gets/ I asked her why she was speeding, there's so much to see/ she said she didn't feel needed, and she needs to be free/ she felt trapped by the night and exposed by the day/ a captive of guys that didn't know what to say/ douches, and dorks, and devilish dirtbags/ dudes that were poor and dicks that had earned cash/ they were crawling in gutters and climbing up ladders/ falling for others and telling her after/ she was lonely and lied to, and left in the cold/ a young face with a story that is ever so old/ she would shrug while saying "whatever"/ or would change the subject in a way that was clever/ but I listened to her troubles and promised solutions/ I said not all of us men are poison and pollution/ she pondered that statement, and let out a sigh/ she told me I'll make it, and I'm a good guy/ we drank some more beer and then we got high/ and we partied like it was the Fourth of July/
