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