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