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