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