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