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