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