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