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