We'll talk about it at the end
We'll talk about it at the end
You came in red, you'll leave all red
Have you met perfection?
Don't you just love mornings?
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
You are an amazing specimen, miss
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Look at that, how nice it slides
Soft all over