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