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