Mrs. Nessonite, I Wish I Might, Lock You In My Stocks. Then Slowly (at The Speed Of Light) Remove Your Shoes And Socks. Your Feet Are Bare, I'm Almost There, I Wickedly Start The Sonicare. Your Laughs And Screams Are The Stuff Of Dreams. Poor Mrs. Ness, A Giggling Mess, Your Revenge May Well Be...