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