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