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