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