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