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.