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