My love for you is true. Your puppetness makes me blue. The man you need is me in deed, so let's take off to screw.
I'm a puppet can you not see, you are not the man for me. Your intentions are rotten I'm filled with cotton so please just let me be.
Have we eaten on the insane root that takes the reason prisoner?
Due to the effacious spell which I've learned, my love will no longer be spurned. I'll make you my queen you'll love it indeed, for years your loved I've yearned.
All my life I've wished I was real, if you grant my wish I'll cut you a deal. Me and you in bed, you're sick in the head but I'll at least let you cop a feel.
Away, you scullion! You rampallion! You fustilarion! I'll tickle your catastrophe!
Your human form is distracting, my felling for you i am retracting. Your legs I would not spread, I'll fuck a pillow instead, it's cotton I find so attracting.
I do not know how to feel. My anger I must conceal. I've loved the king all along, I yearn for his dong, without him my cunt will congeal.
