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