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