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