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