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