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