"I can tell you this
When the female hand
She contours you
And you're like the sand
And you'll never guess
You were in so deep
And you try to walk
But you just can't creep
Well she takes her time
But she arrives
With her candle stub
And her carving knives
Like a pumpkin head
You'll be lit within
As she severs you with a six inch grin"
toodle pip
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