A Girl Named Desire.
She's young like me
we met in a parking lot
filled with two-passenger cars.
I told her my name and asked her hers
And like Jacob's angel, she refused to tell.
I tried to see what I can get out of her
as she was standing with one foot on the ground and one against the car wall.
She wasn't like Jacob's angel, she wouldn't even give me a bruise.