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