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