Ember: So Wrong It's Right
Ember: So Wrong It's Right
Soft all over
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy