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