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