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