The Hottest Ride
Written by Farrah Nayka Ashline 2009
Chewing on Hot Tamales
Bite my tongue, swallow that heart
Girl, Got to find your way back, you say you wonder
And I tell you that I’ve gone down the
Wrong way, this turn of fate, disguised as coincidence
Make that sin go another way
Here, it stopped by to say hello
Checking in on the mademoiselle, moist lips
Clicking back onto the cruel road of love, my Master
Tells me to stop shocking the flowers, yellow daisies
I bled on their petals, my garden now ruined
And I blinked out the sunshine from my redemption
Scurrying all over the place for those damn seeds
Texas is no place for a girl without cowboys and I’m
Searching for something suitable, to say, to be
And he laughs wispy rings of cigar smoke into my hair
So I slap the expression off his face with my disappearance
Take that Mr. BBQ-ribs-blocking-my-view-of-what’s-there
And I hit the carnival with my pooch in tow, sucking on
Candy apples and cotton candy like a teenager in heat, take me
On that ride over there, the stars came all over my hair, cruel
To feel this good, all free for once, the price of the ride, her cocaine
And I didn’t get sick like I thought I would, the monkey takes my hand in his,
I’m nearly home now, turning back to see the commotion, those devils
Fist fighting for their refund, and I orgasm right there in front of them
Just to show them I can, and their tongues fall out of their heads, crooked indeed
And the Psychic Lady shouts over the Fried Dough stand “She’s got her Ticket!”
I see it now, mounds of wrinkled flesh covered by a turquoise stone ring and purple nails
The paper gold, my fate written there, sent from city to city, sparkling under the Red Lights
This nightmare never allows waking souls their proper rest, and call my name, I shout
Damn you! Clowns want to fool me into their games, silent ruby lips, reeling in suspense
Showing me peacocks and cheetahs, and I begin to remember the first time
Me and my curiosity, holding hands under the tent that night, under Scorpio’s rage
Fuck, it was beautiful to be the center of your world then
But they replaced you, my sweet Pony, the one that I rode out in my glittering costume
And you beamed that night, yes you did, and it was the last real good thing
I felt before bed every night thereafter.
Bite my tongue, swallow that heart
Girl, Got to find your way back, you say you wonder
And I tell you that I’ve gone down the
Wrong way, this turn of fate, disguised as coincidence
Make that sin go another way
Here, it stopped by to say hello
Checking in on the mademoiselle, moist lips
Clicking back onto the cruel road of love, my Master
Tells me to stop shocking the flowers, yellow daisies
I bled on their petals, my garden now ruined
And I blinked out the sunshine from my redemption
Scurrying all over the place for those damn seeds
Texas is no place for a girl without cowboys and I’m
Searching for something suitable, to say, to be
And he laughs wispy rings of cigar smoke into my hair
So I slap the expression off his face with my disappearance
Take that Mr. BBQ-ribs-blocking-my-view-of-what’s-there
And I hit the carnival with my pooch in tow, sucking on
Candy apples and cotton candy like a teenager in heat, take me
On that ride over there, the stars came all over my hair, cruel
To feel this good, all free for once, the price of the ride, her cocaine
And I didn’t get sick like I thought I would, the monkey takes my hand in his,
I’m nearly home now, turning back to see the commotion, those devils
Fist fighting for their refund, and I orgasm right there in front of them
Just to show them I can, and their tongues fall out of their heads, crooked indeed
And the Psychic Lady shouts over the Fried Dough stand “She’s got her Ticket!”
I see it now, mounds of wrinkled flesh covered by a turquoise stone ring and purple nails
The paper gold, my fate written there, sent from city to city, sparkling under the Red Lights
This nightmare never allows waking souls their proper rest, and call my name, I shout
Damn you! Clowns want to fool me into their games, silent ruby lips, reeling in suspense
Showing me peacocks and cheetahs, and I begin to remember the first time
Me and my curiosity, holding hands under the tent that night, under Scorpio’s rage
Fuck, it was beautiful to be the center of your world then
But they replaced you, my sweet Pony, the one that I rode out in my glittering costume
And you beamed that night, yes you did, and it was the last real good thing
I felt before bed every night thereafter.
