Without any imperfection
Without any imperfection
I need a taste to be convinced
You came in red, you'll leave all red
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Don't you just love mornings?
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster