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