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