She's so godless and sexless
Faithful and restless
Faithless and resting
She's so free

She once was sympathetic to crucifixes
Stuck in median strips for victims
And traded the road in for ditches
Now she says they're just useless relics to me

She don't need to be rich
She don't need to come
She don't need God
And she don't need love
She won't slave for nothin' and no one
Not even for tricks
Not even for songs

She's so solid and saint-less
Saint-free and weightless
She's so free
She's so free

She came floating through my after hours
Looking like a criminal flower
With all the pollen's shrapnel power
She's free
She don't need to be poor
She can't be loyal
She don't need girls
And she don't need boys
She don't need a negligee
She don't need a toy
She don't eat steak
She don't eat soy
She don't need the police
She don't need mace
Don't need nobody crashing with her at her place
She got no friends
She got no crew
She don't need the noise from down on 9th Avenue

She's so godless and sexless
Faithless and reckless
She's so free [x3]

I last saw'd what I think was the older Ramada
With the cooler of tamales or enchiladas
Selling them a dozen for six dollars
But she said she'd do thirteen for me