Lotion (втихаря от Суворовой слушаю в машине. чудо-песня!)
I'm looking down the hole You're looking up at me You're cold and tired that is easy to see Lower the rope to you a bucket and a light Your membrane will be soft and smooth and your heart will be mine.
It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again It rubs the lotion on its skin Or else it gets the hose again Yes Precious, it gets the hose . . .
Wooooooo, oooh, oooh. Wooooooo, oooh, oooh.
The look inside your eyes drives me from control Evoking visions of my favorite casserole. And if I eat your heart I'll also bite your soul And when I'm done with that I'll use your skull as a bowl.
It rubs the lotion on its skin. Or else it gets the hose again. It rubs the lotion on its skin. Or else it gets the hose again. It gets the hose. It puts the lotion in the basket. It puts the lotion in the basket. It puts the lotion in the basket. Yes it does . . . Put the lotion in the basket Put the lotion in the basket . . . Put the lotion in the basket . . . . . . and it does.
Wooooooo, oooh, oooh. Wooooooo, oooh, oooh.
The night is very cold I'm feeling kind of weak. I think I'll make myself a cap from your right buttock's cheek. And then I will go walking with my little dog. And then I'll bury you underneath the lawn.
It rubs the lotion on its skin. Or else it gets the hose again. It rubs the lotion on its skin. Or else it gets the hose again. Yes it does Precious.. It puts the lotion in the basket. Bitch, put the lotion in the basket. Ohh, put the lotion in the fucking basket Bitch, put the lotion in the basket.