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