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