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