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