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