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