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