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