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