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