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