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