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