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