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