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