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