Pure Poetry

[Buffalo Bill]

It rubs the lotion on its skin

It does this when it's told

It rubs 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

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 family's prob'ly wonderin' where I've been.

[Bill]

I'll starve you so your skin gets loose

Stop crying 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!

[Bill]

Listen to you scream and wail

Keep it down you fucking whale

Mind the broken fingernail

The last girl climbed halfway but failed.

[Catherine screaming]

[Bill imitation screaming]

[Bill]

(spoken)

Precious?

[Catherine]

(spoken)

She's down here, you piece of shit!

[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!!