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