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