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