I model nude that niche Im cool about
Its solid work in spite of rigmarole
I sit stock still arch back or lie and loll
The rules of decency I finely flout
Cite Figliere freezing winter takes the toll
Teeth chatter crazily and ruin your pout
You puff out clouds of steam and save your soul
You sweat inside your coat you drip dumb doubt
That painter Pierre prepared to finance job
Yet poor I meet on steps to street in sleet
The drafty garret gains a gust of heat
Off broken sofa leg in stove at lob
The fourteen hundred sou I spent on food
And we ate well a coupledom ensued
Chorus food chow nosh
