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