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