The right to touch all your stuff
The right to touch all your stuff
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
Have you met perfection?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
A match made in throat fuck heaven
You are an amazing specimen, miss
You came in red, you'll leave all red