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