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