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