| I met a woman she’s spouting prose
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| She’s got luggage eyes and a roman nose
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| Her body is slung from side to side
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| Need a lift she said «much obliged»
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| I’m riding piggy-back
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| Then I came to her shack
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| We go inside the place it’s a mess
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| She said «my name’s the liquid poetess»
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| She unties her mouth
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| And her buckskin dress
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| She drinks from a bottle
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| Labelled tenderness
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| I’m in one hand in the other’s a can
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| She puts me in the can
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| And smiles through the wall, yeah
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| I got the horror’s cos I’m one inch tall
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| Next thing I know’s a girl by my side
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| Dressed in a bayleaf she’s trying to hide
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| I asked her name she said Germaine
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| Do the rock, do the one inch rock
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| Do the rock, do the one inch rock
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| Do the rock, do the one inch rock
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| Do the rock, do the one inch rock
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| Oh, do it, do it, do it
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| My my my my my my my my my
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Dun dun dun dee dun dun
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| Oh, do it, do it, do it
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| Everybody gotta do the one inch rock |