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