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