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Bend down, I command you
Turn your face away from me
I don't care about your face
Bend down

A biped on all fours
I lead him for a walk
In a trot along the hallway
I am disappointed

Now he comes towards me backwards
Honey sticks to the garter
I am disappointed, totally disappointed

Bend down
Bend down
Bend down
Bend down
I'm not interested in the face

The biped has bent down
In a good light
I show him what can be done
And start to cry

The biped stutters a prayer
Out of fear because I feel worse
He tries to bend down even deeper
Tears run up his back

Bend down
Bend down
Bend down
Bend down

Bend down, I command you
Turn your face away from me
I don't care about your face
Bend down, once again

Bend down
Bend down
Bend down
Bend down
Bend down