Bored without us, it seems
Bored without us, it seems
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
No fear of the monster
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Don't you just love mornings?
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy
Look at that, how nice it slides
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced