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