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