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