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