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