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