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