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