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