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