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