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