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