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