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