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