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