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