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