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