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