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