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