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