High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
Look at that, how nice it slides
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize