Lyrics:

She aint as beautiful as me, but shes as beautiful as she can beShe aint as cold as she want but she wants it to boilShe aint as cold as she can be, dont you seeIt takes a fast mind to figure out, whats on this whole earth this is all aboutLet em ride for a while, let em wonder, ohWhy it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out howShes got a bent belt by her sideShes got that donkey paralyzedShes got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sinsShes got a garagedoor where youve got liesShes got a lifeline by her sideShes got a woman paralyzedShes got a much elder husband than gods son himselfShes got a bagage full of hope and knivesNa! Get down!Shes selling basses down a backstreet stairJust down the alley where theres nothin but airAnd the birds took brake, round 1968Shes selling basses in a backstreet stairShe took me down when just couldnt get aheadShe took my soul when I choosed laughter insteadLet me ride for a while let me wonder, ohHow it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out howShes got a bent belt