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