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