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