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