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