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