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
No fear of the monster
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Claim your big prize
I have my methods, daddy
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
Have you met perfection?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Soft all over
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?