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