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