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