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