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