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