She ain´t as beautiful as me, but she´s as beautiful as she can be
She ain´t as cold as she want but she wants it to boil
She ain´t as cold as she can be, don´t you see
It takes a fast mind to figure out, what´s on this whole earth this is all about
Let ´em ride for a while, let ´em wonder, oh
Why it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how

She´s got a bent belt by her side
She´s got that donkey paralyzed
She´s got a cold inner wind and a ware full of sins
She´s got a garagedoor where you´ve got lies
She´s got a lifeline by her side
She´s got a woman paralyzed
She´s got a much elder husband than god´s son himself
She´s got a bagage full of hope and knives
Na! Get down!

She´s selling basses down a “backstreet stair”
Just down the alley where there´s nothin´ but air
And the birds took brake, ´round 1968
She´s selling basses in a “backstreet stair”
She took me down when just couldn´t get ahead
She took my soul when I choosed laughter instead
Let me ride for a while let me wonder, oh
How it takes a faster, faster, faster mind to figure out how

She´s got a bent belt…