Fast Girl Songtext
von The Tractors

She got a candy red Cadillac
Coupe DeVille
Great big house
On a great big hill
Big time needs
Big time friends
She wear you flat out
Then start all over again
She′s a fast girl

She got a high tone way
Of gettin' real low down
Sometime she screams
Sometime she don′t make a sound
She got homegrown tomatoes
Ripe on the vine
Gently takes your hand
And drags you over the line


She's a fast girl
You can see it in her face
In the way she moves
She's all over the place
Body in motion
Brain in a whirl
No boubt adout it
She′s a fast girl

She got big red lips
She give real good phone
Big pointed breast
Filled with silicone
Never automatic
She got manual drive
Knows how to crash and burn
And come through it alive
She′s a fast girl

Martinis and the smell
Of cigar smoke
Hanging in the air
Till you're ready to choke
On life itself
Future and past
As long as it′s big
As long as it's fast
She′s a fast girl


She's a Midwest fundamental
Grew up in church
Catholic girl
On a lifetime search
For some kind of meaning
That′s big and fast
Don't need it deep
Don't need it to last

She′s a fast girl
You can see it in her face
In the way she moves
She′s all over the place
Fast girl

She's a fast girl
You can see it in her face
In the way she moves
She′s all over the place
Body in motion
Brain in a whirl
No boubt adout it
She's a fast girl

No boubt adout it
She′s a fast girl