Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she’s a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she’s got the look.

Walking like a man, hitting like a hammer, she’s a juvenile scam. Never was a quitter, tasty like a raindrop, she’s got the look.
Time goes by so slowly for those who wait – no time to hesitate.
Faster than the speed of light, she’s flying, trying to remember where it all began.
Well, it’s all right – we’re going to the end of the line.
The secret’s out on this one.