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