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 came to her shack
We go inside the place it's a mess She said my name's the liquid poetess She unties her mouth And her buckskin dress She drinks from a bottle labelled 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 Nextthing I know's a girl by my side Dressed in a bayleaf she's trying to hide I asked her name she said Germaine
