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