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