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