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