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