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