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