where does it hurt? without fuss, set my finger there to touch it touch it touch it touch it
93 pounds, fetish guilt grip the swans neck and twist it twist it twist it twist it
who there is, who is not bored by this fate? discolored at the bite of a pear cut love me cut love me into your breast crush a pastry into your breast
wipe your hole clean, lover's blood to have learned nothing stitch it stitch it stitch it stitch it tell me you are bad, busy witch passive as a toilet eat it eat it eat it eat it
who there is, who is not bored but this flaw? discolored by the bite of an ox slit make me slit make me into your breast and crush an ashtray into your breast
oh Mouchette can you hear? can you hear the axe fall? Jesse, ah ah ah... in lust you can hear the axe fall OH!