He put his hand around my neck, 
So that I could not scream. 
He brought me up to his room, 
So we would not be seen. 
 
He took off all my wrappings, 
And gazed upon my form. 
As I stood cold and shivering, 
He stood there hot and warm. 
 
He touched me with his feverish lips, 
And placed me on my rear. 
He made me what I am today, 
An empty bottle of beer.