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