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