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