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