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