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