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