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