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