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