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