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