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

Woah, oh, oh.
Woah, oh, oh.

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.

Woah, oh, oh.
Woah, oh, oh.

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.
Oh, put the lotion in the fucking basket
Bitch, put the lotion in the basket.
Woah, oh, oh.
Woah, oh, oh.
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