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