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