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