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