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