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