Yellowed brown stained fingertips
Caused by too many filterless
She crushes the ashy end
Lifts the lid and drops it down
In an urn she carries around
Her father resides, her heavy foot is on the gas
With Saint Christopher on the dash
She is safe from any crash at least she believes
What she doesn't realize that he's been
Decanonized by the church
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces
She always seemed to smell of wintergreen
In her father eyes she was not a princess but a queen
She didn't love to play the queen
Only prayers and country songs
Are found as the needle crawls
Along through megahertz
Black rubber radials wearing bald
And wearing dull she sings along
Her heavy foot is on the gas
Imitation leather cracks from to much heat
And to much smack you broke mother's back
She prefers the Texacos for the color of their clothes
And their smokes
Her heavy foot is on the gas
She used to make gum wrapper necklaces
She always seemed to smell of wintergreen
In her father eyes she was not a princess but the queen
She used to wake up with the sun
She used to watch the clouds go by
Her hands tighten on the wheel
She hums a tune as she closes her eyes

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