She's so godless and sexlessnfaithful and restlessnfaithless and restingnShe's so freennShe wants whats sympathetic to crucifixesnstuck in mediannstrips for victims nand traded rear road in for ditches nnow she says they're just useless relics to menshe don't need to be richnshe don't need to comenshe don't need godnand she don't need lovenshe won't slave for nothing and no onennot even for tricks nnot even for songsnShe's so solid and saintlessnsaint free and weightlessnShe's so free, she's so freennShe came floating through my afterhoursnlooking like a criminal flowernwith all the pollens shrapnel powernshe's so freenshe don't need to be poor nshe can't be loyalnshe don't need girlsnand she don't need boysnshe don't need a Neglegenshe don't need a toynshe don't eat steaknshe don't eat soynshe don't need the policenshe don't need macendon't need nobody crashing with her at her placenshe got no friendsnshe got no crewnshe don't need the noise from down on 9th avenuenand shes so godless and sexlessnfaithless and reckless nShe's so freex3nnI last sawed what I think was the older ramadanwith the cooler of tamales or enchiladasnselling them a dozen for six saladsnbut she said she do thirteen for me