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