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