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