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