She Doesn't Need To Be Asked
She Doesn't Need To Be Asked
I need a taste to be convinced
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No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Soft all over
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
Claim your big prize
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
I have my methods, daddy