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