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