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