What are you up into?
What are you up into?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
I need a taste to be convinced
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy