The flour rope that hangs around in the yard
Oh not sterilized Dildo, increasing flour-rope of the thousand-art
I’m straight, which hangs around in the yard!
Consolador Oh to sterilize, increasing mould of the art of thousands!
I right’m, that hangs around in the yard.
In four short hours
Then you had me eat more
And now you have me hungering again
Thy flour rope increaseth