You Should Keep Touching Yourself
You Should Keep Touching Yourself
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What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Don't you just love mornings?
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
No fear of the monster
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
You are an amazing specimen, miss