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