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