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