Trim me woman,
As butchers do meats.
Trim me woman,
And kindly hike my teats.
Trim me woman--
You must relieve me of knob and tube;
Give me a nook and lotsa boob.
Turn me.

Trim me woman,
Yo, de-part-hung me.
Trim me woman,
Slice cooch, make "Helen" me.
Trim me woman,
Make me as lovely as can be,
No more bonely. . .chasm me.
Frrrrrrau!

Trim me woman,
Chop awhile,
Trim me woman,
Lop awhile,
Trim me woman,
Give defile to me.

Trim me woman,
Flay, flay, flay,
Trim me woman,
Nook my way,
Trim me woman,
Spay, then splay a "V".

In IV tube. . .
Out like a light. . .
Come to a lady,
De-splined and tight.

Trimmed me woman,
Old "sock"'s gone "bye,"
Trimmed me woman,
Vocals gone high,
Trimmed me woman.
Those frocks await, great! Suede, gray.
But doc brays, "Hey, the bay's made this way:
The once emboldened bone's a strait--
Keeps you furrowed, invaginate.
The tube bequeaths, yeah;
It's the sock fashions the sheath."

"Yeah?!"

"The c*ck, ass-backwards: sheath."

Oh no! Him-she woman!!