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