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