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