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