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