Bored without us, it seems
Bored without us, it seems
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Don't you just love mornings?
I have my methods, daddy
Claim your big prize
I need a taste to be convinced
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Soft all over
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality