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