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