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