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