Try some new games, son
Try some new games, son
Have you met perfection?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I have my methods, daddy
A match made in throat fuck heaven
Soft all over
Claim your big prize
Don't you just love mornings?
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
You are an amazing specimen, miss
I need a taste to be convinced