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