Roll down your window. Roll it down real slow. Know why I stopped you? Because you’ve done wrong. Repeat: you’ve done wrong. This here’s fifty-five.
Now zip up your mouth and unzip your shirt. Nothing. Forget it. Know how fast you did? Is that a yes? Is that a no? No?
No. I’ll tell you how fast. It was too fast, slut. You need to slow it way, way down, you hear? Now step out of the car, and I repeat: Take it real, real, slow. That’s it. Good. Oh yeah. Now spread ‘em. Get your head down all the way And stick your little ass all the way out.
Because you are mine now. You’ve been naughty Mm-hm. You’ve been bad. Now don’t move an inch. While I search your body up and down. Yeah. And know: you have the right to scream all night. [Pete Bradt]