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