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