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