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