one inch rock

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

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.