I'm looking down the hole, you're looking up at me You are cold and tired, that is easy to see Lower the rope to you, a bucket on the line 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
Oooo ooohh Oooo ooohh
The look inside your eyes drives me from control Evoking visions of my favourite 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 Put the lotion in the basket, now Put the lotion in the basket, yes it does
Ooooo oooohh
The night is very cold, I'm feeling kind of weak I think I'll make myself a cap from your right buttocks cheek And then I will go walking with my little dog And then I'll bury you underneath a log
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 Oh put the lotion in the fucking basket, bitch Put the lotion in the basket (Oooo oooh)