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