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