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