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