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