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