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