High fidelity – track 2: you’re just my kind
High fidelity – track 2: you’re just my kind
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Soft all over
Don't you just love mornings?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
No fear of the monster