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