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