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