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