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