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