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