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