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