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