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