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