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