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