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