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