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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.