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