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