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