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