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