We all have something to show
We all have something to show
Don't you just love mornings?
Have you met perfection?
No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy