Too Fast Lyrics - Sara Hickman

He checks his wrist 

And chuckles to himself, "Half-past a freckle" 

She meets him in line, just in time 

For the half-past a freckle show 

Lips press her flesh 

With a wet sticky kiss 

The smell on his breath 

Makes her turn her face 

As she starts to get a little sick 

He hails a cab 

She gasps for breath during the drive 

She dives into his pants 

And he looks as if he's shocked 

As if she should have knocked 

He says, "You're too fast for me 

You're too, too fast for me 

You're too, too fast for me" 

She says, "Maybe you're too slow" 

Back at the motel 

He mentions his job is going well 

She unbraids her hair 

And for the ten-thousandth time 

Asks him again 

"What is it you do there?" 

He says, "I work at the Popsicle plant 

I pour the dye in the number five machine 

I am responsible for turning Popsicles green" 

"But you're too fast for me 

You're too, too fast for me 

You're too, too fast for me" 

She says, "Maybe you're too slow" 

She, she shimmies 'round the room 

Ha-ha-has while he explains 

She caresses a lamp 

Just to see his face full of longing and pain 

He says, "Let's do it on the floor" 

She says, "Tickle me instead" 

Well, he rolls his eyes so she slaps his thigh 

He says, "What did you do that for?" 

She says, "You're too fast for me! 

You're too, too fast for me 

You're too, too fast for me" 

He says, "Maybe you're too slow" 

You're too, too, too fast for me 

Oh, you're too, too, too fast for me 

You're too, too, too fast for me 

She says, "Maybe you're too" 

He says, "Maybe you're too" 

She says, "Maybe you're too slow"