It rubs the lotion on its skinIt does this when it's toldIt rubs the lotion on its skinOr else it gets the hoseAnd when it's done there's one more thingA simple little task, it's:Put the fucking lotion in the basket.

Put the fucking lotion in the basketAll these stupid women are the sameHelps me not to think of them as human, soI call them "it" instead of by their names.

Mister please no more abuseCan't you see there's no excuseMy family's prob'ly wonderin' where I've been.

I'll starve you so your skin gets looseStop crying now you big fat mooseJust put the fucking lotion on your skinAnd thenPut the fucking lotion in the basketYour chances for survival are remoteI'm impervious to all your silly whiningSo pipe down before I jam a mothRight down your fucking throat.

Mister please, my mom's got moneyLet me go -- this isn't funnyCops are sure to send somebodyTurn me loose -- don't be a dummy!

Listen to you scream and wailKeep it down you fucking whaleMind the broken fingernailThe last girl climbed halfway but failed.

Precious?

She's down here, you piece of shit!

Put the fucking poodle in the basketI'd kill you but there's someone at the doorDon't make me go and get my gun and shoot youIt's a waste of skin,They don't sell fat girls in a fucking store.

Put my fucking Precious in the basketDon't you hurt my one and only friendYou don't know what pain is but I'll teach you ifYou lay a fucking finger on my poodle's pretty head.

Put the fucking poodle in the basket!!