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