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