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