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