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You seem to know your way around me
I need a taste to be convinced
Don't you just love mornings?
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
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Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I have my methods, daddy
Have you met perfection?
No fear of the monster
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