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