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