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