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