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Poem	Liner Notes - (from No More Mister Nice Girl) I was having a foul day. Some geezer harrassed me on the street and I got completely bent out of shape, but the guy was huge so I just stuffed my retort. Went home to drink coffee. No milk. I ripped through the cupboards and found Non Dairy Creamer. It tasted like shit. I got into one of those senseless rages where you throw stuff. I hurled the Non Dairy Creamer and it fell into the tub where I was running some bath water. The creamer erupted and made this bathing gel of Non Dairy Creamer. I was ready to kill myself. Instead I wrote Hey Baby. So I'm walking down the street minding my own business when this guy starts with me he's suckin' his lips goin' Hey Baby Yo Baby Hey Baby Yo and I get a little tense and nervous but I keep walking but the guy, he's dogging my every move hey Miss, he says, Don't miss this! And he grabs his crotch and sneers ear to ear so finally, I turn around Hey Buddy, I say I'm feelin' kinda tense, Buddy I got a fuckin' song in my heart so come on, Let's go I got a huge bucket of non-dairy creamer and some time to kill so let's do it we'll make some foul-smelling artifical milk and drink gallons and gallons and gallons of it Get our bladders exceedingly full then sit on the toilet together and let the water run in the shower and torture ourselves by not letting ourselves urinate as the water rushes loudly into the bathrub, okay? We'll do it together writhe in utter agony Just you and me and I'll even spring for some of that blue shit for the toilet bowl, all right? I mean, that's my idea of a good time so how bout it, you wanna? The guy backs up a bit Whatsa matter, Baby? You got somethin' against men?, he says No, I say I don't have anything against men Just STUPID men
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