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