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