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