A Bit Of Muslin

I see her eating maggots and i thin it's cool
I watch her as she throws up.

She's a bit of muslin, a vitiolic nasty girl
Mysterious in every way, moving like a swirl
Fly guys surrounds her, hoping she will be thier girl
But this sphinx is a notion
And no man will ever get to her.

I want to recall the stuff that she might have missed
I need her to be my stash.