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