Don’t make me choose
Don’t make me choose
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Soft all over