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