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