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