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