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