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