This couldn't been an email
This couldn't been an email
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
No fear of the monster
Claim your big prize
Soft all over
I have my methods, daddy
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