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