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