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