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