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