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