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