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