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