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