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