Melody

The wings of the Rolls brushed against pylons
When I found myself lost despite my will
My Rolls and I arrived in a zone
Dangerous
An isolated spot

There, on the hood of that 1910 Silver Ghost
The silver Venus of the radiator
Moves forward like a scout
Her light sails flying at the front

Proud, disdainful
While the radio screams
Covering the engine's silence
She stares at the horizon
With her mind elsewhere
Seemingly oblivious to the sidewalks I approach

Alleys, dead ends
With parking banned by law
Her heart indifferent
She holds the reins of my twenty-six horsepower

Princess of darkness, cursed archangel
Modern-style Amazon that the sculptor, in English, Named "Spirit of Ecstasy"

So I was messing around before I lost
Control of the Rolls
I was moving slowly
My car drifted
And a violent jolt
Suddenly pulled me from my daydream
Shit!

I spotted a bike wheel in front
That kept spinning freely
And like a doll losing balance
Her skirt hiked up over her white pants

What's your name?
Melody
Melody what?
Melody Nelson

Melody Nelson has red hair
And it's their natural color