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