Nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
Claim your big prize
A match made in throat fuck heaven
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
You came in red, you'll leave all red
No fear of the monster
Look at that, how nice it slides
Have you met perfection?
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?