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