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