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