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