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