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