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