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