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