I want some traffic down there, boy
I want some traffic down there, boy
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster