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