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Met a woman she`s spouting prose She`s got luggage eyes and a roman nose Her body is slung from side to side Need a lift she said much obliged I`m riding piggy-back Then I come to her shack We go inside the place is a mess She said my name`s the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labeled tenderness I`m in one hand in the other`s a can She puts me in the can And smiles through the wall I got the horror`s cos I`m one inch tall Next thing I know`s a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she`s trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine Do the rock do the one inch rock. |