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