JUSTIN FEARS

The architect angel from Cell Block 19
Complains the mob has ripped her gutter
She requests the New York Times
From which she steals several lines
She swears she's known this critic as a lover
Her agent's Justin Fears
She holds his thin arm and sips his beer
He keeps the fans from wringing water from her socks
Though his name is Justin Fears
She calls him Justin dear
She gets up and gets down with a queer
And hopes Justin doesn't hear
As she whispers you're cute
I like your boots, lets rock

A track never released on any album or bootleg. It dates from the early years, before 1972.