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