I know where I must touch or push,
whenever I want to see some tush;
and even how to keep you turned on,
up to and beyond the crack of dawn.
I know where to touch so that you speak,
in a tender voice ever mild and so meek;
and then how to make you shout so loud,
that your voice can dominate any crowd.
I know just what to do when you disobey,
acting shy, as if you don't want to play;
all I need do then is bang you just right,
thats not once failed to win me the fight.
I know sometimes it might not seem so,
but for all you do I want you to know;
I love you with all my heart and soul,
my one, my only, my remote control.