There's a lady down the hall
Who paints butterflies and insects
There are little statues in the room
And I went in there and I sat on
The couch and had something to drink
Then I noticed one of the statues
Had his back turned to us
He stood there brooding poor bastard
And she said, "No, I messed him up in front
"I see" I said and finish my drink
"You haven't had too much
She laughed and brought me another drink
We talked about clay, death of Cummings, art
"You oughta know more about men" I told her
"I know" she said, "Do you like me?"
She brought me another drink
We talked about Ezra Pound, Van Gogh
All those things she sat down next to me I
Remember she had a small, White mustache
I told her she has nice legs
I saw her a week later and she asked me in
"I fixed him" she said "Who?" I asked
"My man in the corner" she told me
"Good" I said "Want to see?" she asked
"Sure!" I said she walked to the corner
And turned him around he was fixed alright
Then I began to laugh and she laughed
And the work of art stood there