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