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