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