The Story Of The Curious Oysters

Leaving the throne behind our princess is found anew

Strung up in a bedpost webbing. in this romance of spiders

We love, like spiders

You won't feel a thing

She had a run in with the doctor of fishes

Now she smiles like a princess, legs behind her head

A doctor stands accused of painting the roses red

Off with his head. Off with his head

Doctors. Cameras. Loved ones. Unhand her

Behold the site of our villain in peril

This doctors hand in her. She is fucked by a million viewers

So smile big for the cameras. We're sending this one home

These eight legs have dug their way in. Has it made you whole?