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