A musical parody featuring the infamous line from The Silence of the Lambs.
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I'm looking down the hole, you're looking up at me. You're cold and tired, that is easy to see. Lower the rope to you, a bucket on the line. Your membrane will be soft and smooth and your heart will be mine. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. Yes, precious, it gets the hose. The look inside your eyes drives me from control. Evil, king visions of my favorite casserole. And if I need 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 gets the hose again. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. The night is very cold, I'm feeling kind of weak. I think I'll make myself a cap from your right buttock's cheek. And then I will go walking with my little dog, and then I'll bury you underneath a log. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again. It puts the lotion in the basket, it puts the lotion in the basket. It puts the lotion in the basket. Yes it does. Put the lotion in the basket. Put the lotion in the basket. Put the lotion in the basket. Put the lotion in the basket. And it cries. It puts the lotion in the basket, bitch, put the lotion in the basket. Oh, put the lotion in the fucking basket. Bitch, put the lotion in the basket.
