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