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
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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
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
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Do the rock do the one inch rock
Do the rock do the one inch rock
Do the rock do the one inch rock
Do the rock do the one inch rock