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