Just A Little Miss Fortune

Ruby Fortune doesn't know how to slow
Pressing her foot on the accelerator
Driving places I was warned not to go
But a bad choice
In her voice
Will put any man under her retention
Speeding down the path
Paved with ill intentions

It is just a little Miss Fortune
Me in the driver seat
But the pedal under her feet
She's making promises that would make angels sick
I tell her it's an automatic
But she wants to drive stick
And she wants to drive faster
Fuck those infected with inertia
Not even God was our master

Miss Fortune had an immortal endevour
She wanted someone who went just as fast
Someone to hold her forever
I saw the sign in the rain
But to gravity
We were immune
It was just a little
Miss Fortune