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