Bored without us, it seems
Bored without us, it seems
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
Look at that, how nice it slides
No fear of the monster