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