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