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