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