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