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