Hey old woman
Underneath my shoe
Tell me
How do you like the view?

Go on and tell me
That you like what you see
Compliment my fine leather boots
Or the bulge that’s testing the strength of my seams

You can talk about my muscles
Or my perfect jaw line
You could even compliment my eyes
And tell me how they’re so sublime

Oh, excuse me
Is my boot on your throat?
Allow me to move it a little south
So when you talk you won’t choke

Can you speak up a bit?
I don’t think I heard you so well
It sounded to me
As if you said, ”GO TO HELL!”

Well, that’s not very nice
And after all that I’ve done
To just disregard everything
This whole thing could have been fun

You know what, that’s alright
You don’t have to like what’s about to happen
All you need do is lay there and take it
But don’t worry, I have napkins

Though they’re not very absorbent
So, I’ll have to grab some towels
To soak up your blood
And the entrails that excrete from your bowels

After that, I'll clean up nicely
So they don't find a speck of you here
Every detail I'll cover
They won't even find your fire red hair

Now, just lay still and be calm
I’m going to do that thing that I do
I’m glad you’re my lucky thirteen
I’m glad I found you there, under my shoe