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