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