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