A Bit Of Muslin
I see her eating maggots and I think it's cool
I watch her as she throws up
She's a bit of muslin, a vitriolic nasty girl
mysterious in every way, moving like a swirl
Fly guys surrounds her, hoping she will be their girl
But this sphinx is a notion
And no man will ever get to her
I want her to recall the stuff that she might have missed
I need her to be my stash