Peeling paint, dead cigarettes old cobwebs on the ceiling Feeling
Faint, the spider fled - the flies played hide 'n' seek We wrestled cheek
To cheek, pink naked on the sheets A feel was cheap, a deeper thrill was
Steeper Camera peeped, director leaping, screaming, shouting, louder
"Roll 'em, hold 'em, hole 'em, Close up ART! Prepetual motion Higher!
Ram it home now cowby Down Boy Showdown! Shoot that crazy foam across
The duvet" Get them creaming at the dairy, pumping lonesome 'cross the
Praries Hats spin on their laps The hotsprings gushing Play roulette
The russians do it best - well, don't they, Jerkov?