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