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