It puts the lotion on its skin
It does this when its told
It puts the lotion on its skin
Or else it gets the hose
And when it's done
There's one more thing
A simple, little task it's
Put the fucking lotion in the basket
Put the fucking lotion in the basket
All these stupid women are the same
It helps me not to think of them as human
So, I call them it instead of by their names
(Catherine)
Mister, please, no more abuse
Can't you see there's no excuse
My familys probably wondering
Where I've been
(Buffalo Bill)
I'll starve you so your skin gets loose
Stop whining now, you big, fat moose
Just put the fucking lotion on your skin
And then
Put the fucking lotion in the basket
Your chances for survival are remote
I'm impervious to all your silly whining
So, pipe down before I jam a moth
Right down your fucking throat.
(Catherine)
Mister, please, my mom's got money
Let me go, this isn't funny
Cops are sure to send somebody
Turn me loose, don't be a dummy
(Buffalo Bill)
Listen to you scream and wail
Keep it down you fucking whale
Mind the broken finger nail
The last girl climbed half way, but fell
(Catherine screams)
(Buffalo Bill mock screams)
(dog barks)
(Buffalo Bill)
Precious?
(Catherine)
She's down here you piece of shit
(Buffalo Bill)
Put the fucking poodle in the basket
I'd kill you
But there's someone at the door
Don't make me go and get my gun
and shoot you
It's a waste of skin,
they don't sell fat girls in a fucking store
Put my fucking Precious in the basket
Don't you hurt my one and only friend
You don't know what pain is
But I'll teach you
If you lay a fucking finger
On my poodle's pretty head
Put the fucking poodle in the basket