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