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