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Soft all over
You came in red, you'll leave all red
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Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I have my methods, daddy
No fear of the monster
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Claim your big prize
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?