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