Where does it end?
Where does it end?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Soft all over
Have you met perfection?
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
I need a taste to be convinced