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