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