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