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