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