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