Bored without us, it seems
Bored without us, it seems
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Look at that, how nice it slides
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
Have you met perfection?
I have my methods, daddy
I need a taste to be convinced