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