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