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