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