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She stepped out of a cargo shipDefrosting hell to rainTurning back inside of meI whispered out her nameI said let me be your toiletLet me be your toiletShe did a line in poetryThat caught me unpreparedPeeling off the wrapping paperShe left me her underwearI said let me be your toiletHow did I feel?Held my head in shameThey can't find nothing for the over twentiesIt's always been the sameWell you take my handIt's made of waterCustom fit glove made to orderIt's 50 foot now too late to abort herWhat you've got now is a grown up daughterLet me be your toilet Aus Songtexte Mania