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