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