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