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