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