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