Let's slip to the subject
Let's slip to the subject
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Don't you just love mornings?
Soft all over
No fear of the monster