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