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