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