My Bonnie pries open the lotion,
My Bonnie applies some to me,
She plies with a vigorous motion,
On my back is where she rolfs me.

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My back, my back,
On my back's where Bonnie rolfs me, rolfs me. (2x)

She places under me a pillow
To elevate me on the bed.
When she gets to work, the sheets billow
Her hand job is unabated.

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The thoracic booming astounds me,
The box spring, I fear, will spring clear,
Her elbows as well as hands pound me,
The bones round my disks may be sheared,

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She gives one last vertical motion,
And it knocks the wind out of me.
With all this vertebral commotion,
In my back, Bonnie's slipped T3.

My back, my back,
In my back, Bonnie's slipped T3, T3. . . .