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