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