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