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