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