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