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