High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
High fidelity – track 1: blame my ex
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I need a taste to be convinced
Look at that, how nice it slides
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
Don't you just love mornings?
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You came in red, you'll leave all red