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