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