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