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