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