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