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