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