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