Solo doesn't hit the spot enough
Solo doesn't hit the spot enough
Look at that, how nice it slides
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
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
Soft all over
A match made in throat fuck heaven
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced