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
 [bad word] the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again [bad word] 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
 [bad word] the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again [bad word] 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
 [bad word] the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again [bad word] the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again
Yes it does, Precious
It puts the lotion in the basket [bad word]  put the lotion in the basket
Oh put the lotion in the [bad word] basket, [bad word] Put the lotion in the basket (Oooo oooh)