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