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