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