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