We need a handle for the scissors
We need a handle for the scissors
Claim your big prize
No fear of the monster
Don't you just love mornings?
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What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
I have my methods, daddy
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Good thing you like sloppy seconds
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Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced