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