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