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