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