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