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