Quit beating around the bush
Quit beating around the bush
No fear of the monster
You are an amazing specimen, miss
Soft all over
Don't you just love mornings?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I need a taste to be convinced
I have my methods, daddy
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Claim your big prize
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Have you met perfection?
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