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