So… she’s naked, trussed up like a chook…
She’s no wimp, but she don’t like the look
Of that winch thing, mind you…
What’s he going to do
With those chains… and that fucking big hook?
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So… she’s naked, trussed up like a chook…
She’s no wimp, but she don’t like the look
Of that winch thing, mind you…
What’s he going to do
With those chains… and that fucking big hook?