Motocycle Irene

There she sits a-smokin', reefer in her mouth
 Her hair hangin' northwards
 As she travels South
 Dirty on her alley but her nails are clean
 Super-powered deflower over 18 Irene
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 Seen her in the bare, where her tattoos and her chains
 Wrap around her body, there written are the names
 Of prisons she's been in
 And lovers she has seen
 Curve-winding, bump and grinding motorcycle Irene
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 Ground around like hamburger laying in a splat
 This Irene's machine I see, in pieces crumpled flat
 Her feet were in the bushes, her toes were in her hat
 Stark-ravin', all-unshaven motorcycle Irene
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 The hunchback, the cripple
 Horseman and the fool
 Prayer books and candles and
 Carpet cloaks and jewels
 Knowing all the answers but breaking all the rules
 Stark-naked, unsacred motorcycle Irene