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