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