The Girl On The Scooter

She rode a little red scooter
All over this damn town.
She smoked and cussed and flipped the finger
To those who brought her down.
Her hair was red, her skin was fair,
Beautiful skin art popped with glee -
The Baptists cringed, the Church of Christ
preached Hell was meant to be.
Her soul was fine without them,
Her spirit safe and free -
Screw those anal Christians,
Her wild spirit was meant to be.