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