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