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