Kneel before me, your king; I have a cane.
Open your mouth beauty and eat pain.
Let the words out don’t let it choke you.
Spit a word and he will enter with no trouble.
My thighs are stiff and my rear is harder than stone.
What are you doing to me; I am in a furnace.
Your teeth is at peace with your tongue today.
Touch him from beneath and make me swing.