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