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