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