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