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