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