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