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