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