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