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