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