Maybe we do something something
Maybe we do something something
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?