Count your pain
Count your pain
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
No fear of the monster
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
Have you met perfection?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Look at that, how nice it slides
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize