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