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