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