The chicken bit it (The foreskin knew it)

The sultry salesman worked

to keep his high heels on.



Oh, the doors are talking

Oh, the sheets are stained

A fleshy bowl of nonsense says,

"Apparently a slut's been made!"

Why must the fortune teller

always do the dirty work?



It bit the chicken (The skin foresaw it)

And sultry heels worked

to keep the salesman high.

Can I touch your telepathic private parts?