Smokes does come from a fire
Smokes does come from a fire
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Don't you just love mornings?
Look at that, how nice it slides
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
I need a taste to be convinced
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?