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