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