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