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