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