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