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