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