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