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