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