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