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