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