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