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