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