The Chair
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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 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
Ooh, ooh
The look inside your eyes
Draws 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 now
Put the lotion in the basket now
Yes, it does
Ooh, ooh
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
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh