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