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