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

It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it get the hose again
It rubs the lotion on its skin
Or else it get the hose again
It gets the hose
It puts the lotion in the basket
bitch, put the lotion in the basket