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