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