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